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Eva spun on her heel and caught the rock out of the air.

It was small and not pointed. That was a relief at least. Her fellow students weren’t trying to kill her. It crumbled under the might of her claws. Too easy, far too easy. Probably had been designed to shatter on impact to create dust and a large mark on her back.

Unbelievable.

“A-are you alright?”

“Fine,” Eva ground out while giving a long, hard glare at the group of three students that stood where the rock had come from. She knew which of the three had done it. It did take more concentration to use, but her blood sight didn’t suddenly stop working just because she got eyes.

Not that anyone else knew that. They didn’t know how she got around without eyes in the first place.

Being able to glare again was fun, Eva had to admit. Especially because her new eyes tended to cause others to wilt and run away. She very much enjoyed seeing those three students break into a full sprint down the hall, only to crash into someone coming around a corner.

“That was mean,” Shalise shouted after them.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Eva let out a soft sigh as she turned back towards their next class. “I liked it better when they were avoiding and ignoring me.”

“You skip alchemy so you probably missed the rumors,” Juliana said.

“What, people think I had something to do with his injuries?”

“It is a well-known fact that you two hate each other.”

Eva gave Juliana a look. Even she shied away from it. New eyes are fun. Eva shook her head and glanced back at Juliana. “We don’t hate each other. I skipped class because he doesn’t let me work. He doesn’t let me work because he’s worried about chemicals soaking into my non-lab safe gloves. That’s a valid reason on both our parts. He isn’t my best friend or anything, but I don’t want him dead.”

“You don’t have to preach to me,” Juliana said with her arms up. “I’m just saying what they’re saying.”

“Yeah, well, they’re wrong.” Eva clenched her fists. The one she crushed the rock with grated at the joints. “I need to wash my hands before class.”

“Do you want us to go with you?” Shalise asked.

“I’ll be fine on my own.”

Juliana put on an almost evil grin. It was somewhat odd and didn’t fit on her. Then again, it had been almost a year since Eva last saw her face. She’d had to approximate everyone’s expressions using their blood vessels. Getting used to sight would be a chore.

“It isn’t you that we’re worried about,” Juliana said. “It is everyone else.”

“No guarantees there. Maybe if I knock some sense into people, I can go back to being avoided before Arachne gets word and does something everyone would regret.”

“I-is that–should we be worried?”

“Oh no. You guys have nothing to worry about.”

“Should we be worried for other people, I think Shalise means.”

“Probably not.” Eva shook her head as she changed direction towards the nearest restroom. “I’ll catch up to you guys in class.”

Eva kept her sense of blood fully in the front of her mind as she walked off. She’d never felt the need to be aware of every single person around her while in school. As such, she’d nearly fallen flat on her face when a gust of wind tripped her up.

Watching everyone’s hands was an exercise in tedium, but she wasn’t willing to risk a fireball to the face.

Luckily, most students moved out of her way as she walked past. Openly wearing nothing over her hands and even a skirt to show off her legs had people staring for sure. A giddy feeling welled up inside Eva when two older girls standing outside the restroom noticed her approaching. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of the way they ran when their eyes met her own.

Sadistic? Maybe a little.

It was almost a shame that Arachne couldn’t see their faces. She would surely get a laugh out of it. Even if she could see through Eva’s shirt, she wasn’t around today.

She had elected, offered even, to help Devon track down the source of those demons. No one was interested in a repeat of that night.

Especially not Juliana.

The official announcement was that a fire had injured both Zoe and Wayne Lurcher. No word of demons or even an attacker was mentioned, though there was a statement that an investigation into possible arson would be underway.

Carlos, on the other hand, knew the truth. While he didn’t seem to have any issue with Eva or Arachne, he definitely objected to demons attacking and causing mayhem. He would be talking to Genoa. Keeping everything secret from her wouldn’t end well when she inevitably found out.

And Eva didn’t doubt that she would find out. She had a miserable track record for keeping secrets since starting at Brakket.

Most of that stemmed from her choosing to not be the loner that she had been in middle school.

That and Arachne forcing her contract. It would be so much easier to keep secrets without a demon clinging to her body. Not that she wanted to change that too much. Arachne was a good companion.

Eva shook the water off her hands. She flexed them several times, just to ensure nothing was grinding in between her carapace. Nothing felt odd in her joints.

She turned towards the door and was almost tackled in…

A hug?

It took effort not to give into her instincts and crush the girl in her hands. Eva managed to shove her away without too much force.

“You didn’t have eyes last time.”

Eva glanced down at the girl. Even without needing to sense her blood vessels, she was unmistakable.

The blended girl.

“Are you just lacking common sense or are you trying to get yourself killed.”

Blended burst out laughing.

A pure, childlike laugh.

Eva had to take a step back. “What is wrong with you?”

Her laugh stopped in its tracks. A shadow crossed her face as she looked towards the floor. “My body doesn’t heal properly.” She fiddled with one of the stitches that ran across her face. “Any cut I get has to be held shut.”

Most of her looked a lot worse than cuts. Maybe full dismemberments. Eva shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. First you remove my gloves in front of half the school. Now you get far too close to me.”

“Oh.” She tilted her head to one side as a wide smile spread across her face. “You’re fascinating. Look at you.” Blended reached forwards and gripped Eva’s hand. She ran her fingers up along the point where the carapace stopped and the skin started. “You’ve obviously had amputations. But no stitches holding it together. And they’re not even human limbs.”

Eva tore her claw out of the girl’s hands.

She didn’t even notice. Blended’s hands immediately darted towards Eva’s skirt and lifted it up. “Fascinating. Your limbs merge with your skin and work. There isn’t any endoskeleton if I guess right. How do they work?”

What a menace, Eva thought with a sigh. She gave the girl a fairly hard shove–

Or tried to.

The hand she tried to shove Blended with stopped just inches from the girl. Caught. Another set of fingers gripped her wrist. The blood within them barely moved beneath the skin.

Almost like Ylva.

No.

Not quite. More like someone sleeping.

“Hugo,” Blended admonished the owner of the hand. “Be nice.”

A small chill ran up her spine. Both of them managed to sneak up on her. And they managed the same feat the other night. Who are these people?

As useless as she had been so far, Eva made a note to have Nel watch the two.

“Yes, Des,” Hugo said as he released Eva’s hand. He moved to stand next to Blended and went perfectly still. His eyes unfocused as they gazed off at some point behind Eva.

“But your eyes,” Blended said as she released Eva’s skirt. Her fingers darted towards her own eyes. They pressed and squeezed until a sickening pop echoed through the otherwise vacant restroom. Several stitches held it in her head by the optic nerve alone.

The boy standing at her side did not react in the slightest.

“How do you even see?”

“With my eyes. But your eyes, they’re definitely not human. You didn’t even have them the other day. Yet no sign of surgery?” She popped her own brown eye back into her skull. It swiveled independently from her blue one before settling into place. “Eyes don’t work like that.”

I don’t think eyes work like yours. Mine make a lot more sense.

“The dean said you were partially nonhuman. I don’t believe that. I think you are a human who has replaced your limbs somehow.”

“I don’t care what you think. In fact, I would be very pleased if we never met again.”

The smile on her face vanished in an instant. Water gathered in her eyes, but she managed to hold it in. “W-we’re alike though. We have unique physiology and everyone hates us.”

As her smile vanished, Eva smile grew. She let out a scoff. “Even if that were true–which it isn’t in my case–I am perfectly accustomed to being alone. As for ‘unique physiology,’ well, that’s hardly a thing to bond over. Because of your actions, you’ve potentially damaged my standing here. Damaged to the point where people might die if they realize the truth behind what the dean implied.”

Eva shoved past Blended and her little henchman–who, now that Eva thought about it, should probably not be in the women’s restroom.

“You mean, about those being demon lim–”

Hugo jumped in the way of her claws. One hand embedded itself into his chest. Eva barely took the time to note that he wasn’t even bleeding before her other hand gripped Blended by her throat.

“I think you mean to say ‘West African shapeshifting spider’ limbs.”

Blended struggled against her grip. She wouldn’t be able to break it. Eva wished she had Arachne’s upper arm as well as her lower arm if only because she wanted to lift the girl up by the throat.

Hugo struggled to get off of her fingers.

Eva threw him off, sending him back against the sinks. She wiped the surprisingly small amount of blood onto the hilt of her dagger.

As soon as she had control over it, the blood flew through the air to form two disks that pressed into his eyes. Eva released her control.

Blinded by his own blood, Hugo flailed around as he attempted to wipe the blood away.

Eva dragged Blended to the restroom entrance and pressed one foot against the door. The room was empty save for the three of them. She did not want anyone walking in on them.

“Now,” Eva dropped her voice until even she could barely hear it, “we are going to have a little talk. I don’t know where you got the idea that any part of me is demonic and I don’t care–” for now at least. “If I find out that you mentioned the ‘d’ word to anyone, I promise to hunt you down. If rumors start going around the school, I will assume you are responsible. Do we understand each other?”

Blended did not respond. She continued to struggle against Eva’s claw.

Eva released her with a light shove.

She stumbled backwards, gasping for air.

Eva turned her attention back to Hugo just in time to see him rushing at her despite the blood still in his eyes. She kicked out with her foot and struck him square in the chest.

Rather than fly back like a good little ragdoll, he gripped her leg and held on.

Eva hopped forwards–there was no one on the other side of the door anyway–and used her stronger legs to force Hugo backwards.

He stumbled over and fell to his back with Eva’s leg pinning him against the ground.

“I believe I asked you a question.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice rasped.

Eva didn’t think she squeezed hard at all, definitely not hard enough to cut off air. Then again, she might have some medical issues related to the unable to heal thing.

Blended coughed a few times before she said, “I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again. I just wanted a friend.”

“Well, you sure screwed that up.”

She hung her head. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“‘How it was supposed to go?'” Eva narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

“You are like me. We’re not like everyone else.”

“We are not alike. Even if we were, that alone isn’t a good reason to be friends. Next time you want to make friends with someone, don’t antagonize them.”

Eva turned towards the door, but turned her head over her shoulder. “Remember my promise. One word to anyone.”

Blended nodded behind Eva’s back as she started to help Hugo up. He’d probably have a few broken ribs.

Eva wasn’t too concerned about him running to a nurse. He still was barely bleeding. Something was odd about him.

Odd about both of them.

She could only hope that the small marble of his blood that she reclaimed from his eyes was enough for Nel to work with.

— — —

Zoe Baxter leaned back into the soft padding of her infirmary bed. Too many potions had her feeling loopy, but her head had started to clear in the last few hours. Hopefully she hadn’t done too many embarrassing things.

She hated this.

Not just the potions and the infirmary. She felt groggy. Her mind wasn’t completely sharp.

A few key notes stuck out to her. Things she picked up despite the potions.

Wayne was off in some elven hospital. Her home destroyed along with all her research.

I hope those fireproof safes were worth the money.

Even if they worked perfectly, not everything would be saved. Definitely nothing she had been actively working on.

Zoe pinched her eyes shut as she tried to remember all her current projects. The ring stood out first and foremost. She hadn’t worked on it much after the end of last year, but plenty of notes hadn’t been filed away yet.

The notes about Des’ healing condition would be long gone. Not a big issue. She hadn’t been making any progress in that department. The biggest issue there would be the destruction of books.

Any material relating to demonology had been dropped into between. Far too volatile to risk anyone accidentally happening upon. At least she wouldn’t have to tell Eva that her books had been burnt.

Anything else would hopefully be in the safe.

The ring was the only thing that wasn’t between. Zoe hadn’t given it a moment of thought until just now. She had a sudden urge to find Eva and have her collect it. If someone else found it…

Zoe shook her head. Nothing to do about it at the moment. She’d have Lisa find Eva as soon as she could.

The ring was supposed to protect her. Supposed to dissuade enemies from attacking her. Provided Ylva was telling the truth, of course.

She should have been wearing it. Everything might have been different.

Again, Zoe shook her head. Worrying about the past was not constructive.

Zoe stretched out her arm.

She was quite certain that her elbow had been pulverized by the tentacle monster. Her arm flopped loosely for a good while before she managed to escape.

Whatever Lisa did to it worked wonders.

Her arm came down on the buzzer for the nurse. Sure, she could have used her other arm. Doing so wouldn’t have let her test out her injuries.

All in all, it wasn’t that bad. There was a strong tingle right in the crook of her elbow when she tried to flex it. Zoe wasn’t sure if painkillers were dampening a more intense feeling or not. If Lisa didn’t want her to be moving it, she should have put a cast on it.

Trying to move her leg didn’t end in such success. Pain wracked up her thigh before she decided not to hop out of bed just yet.

“You’re still injured. Don’t try getting up.”

“I don’t think I will,” Zoe said as she glanced towards the door.

Lisa Naranga stood there, staring with a half-sad smile on her face. “Glad to see you’re finally awake.”

“Glad to be awake.” Zoe returned the smile, trying hard not to wince as her leg resettled in the bed. “How long do I need to stay here?”

“Your knee is still in about thirteen pieces. Fixing it has been a nightmare. Both Laura and Eirin have been running through several options. I doubt you’ll want to leave before it gets fixed.”

“I seem to remember my arm bending in the wrong direction as well.”

“It looked worse than it was. Local bone regrowth injection had it mending well.”

Zoe stretched out both arms and stretched them back and forth. “Seems alright. A light tingle every time I move it though.”

“Aftereffects. They should wear off. If they haven’t by next week–well, if you’ve been released by next week–come see us.”

“I hope I’m released soon. So much work to get done.”

Lisa moved to the side of the bed and started looking over Zoe’s arm. “Any aches, pains, or general discomfort anywhere aside from your leg?”

Zoe rolled her neck back and forth with a slight cracking noise. “Lower neck pains. A small amount of strain on the actual bone, but that’s from being hunched over grading papers.”

“Dorsal lacerations likely aggravating the problem. They shouldn’t be a problem after another day or two. How long have you had the strain?”

“A few years maybe.”

“Grade papers in a different position. Invest in a new chair if that is the issue. You shouldn’t be having back pain at your age. At least not from grading papers.”

Zoe did not miss the momentary drop of her eyes. Lisa’s sad smile twisted into a lecherous smile before their eyes made contact.

And once again, her smile turned sad. “The official statement is that a fire ran through your house. Wayne burned himself to get you out.” She shook her head. “If he didn’t have that fire extinguished in three seconds flat, I’ll eat my syringes.”

“Seems unpleasant.”

“Zoe. What actually happened?”

Taking a deep breath of air, Zoe shook her head. “I don’t know much after I escaped. Just enough to catch that Wayne and Eva both survived.”

“Eva? The claw girl who has lots of ‘everythings’?”

“She has claws,” Zoe said slowly. She wasn’t quite sure what Lisa meant by ‘everythings.’

“What’s she got to do with this?”

Zoe chuckled. “She might just be the most qualified person to deal with creatures like these.” Aside from Zagan. Zoe wasn’t about to even mention his name. “Please don’t ask what the creatures are.”

“Fine, but I have my guesses.”

Zoe didn’t doubt that. The nurse probably wouldn’t need more than one guess; after treating Eva during the spring, she had to have researched anything that might be able to cause hands like that.

“What do you mean by escaped? And survived what?”

“I don’t know,” Zoe lied. “As for escaping, well, I am still wondering if I actually escaped.”

“You’re here, Zoe. You are safe.”

“That is what you said last time.”

The nurse frowned, but remained silent.

“I escaped at least twenty times,” Zoe said with a sigh. “I would teleport out. Get help. But something would be wrong. The colors of someone’s hair or pillow cases being inside out. The moment I noticed, the pain would start.” Zoe touched one of the healed cuts on her cheek. “It started small. A cut here or there. Then larger cuts. Broken bones.

“I don’t know how I escaped. What I did different. That scares me, Lisa. I’m still looking for something wrong.”

Lisa bent forwards and wrapped her arms around Zoe. It was somewhat awkward. Zoe didn’t want to lean forwards for fear of disturbing her knee.

Still, it was appreciated. Needed, even.

“We’ll find you a therapist. A good one.”

Zoe just nodded into her shoulder. She doubted a therapist would be able to do anything. How could anyone talk away an illusion indistinguishable from reality?

Disappointing her friend, assuming she was real, wouldn’t leave a good taste in her mouth.

But, once you encounter something like that, how can you ever trust anything?

Zoe shook the morbid thought from her mind. “If it isn’t too much trouble, could you send for Eva? I need to speak with her.”

Lisa pulled back with a glance at the wall clock. “It’ll be dark out. She should be somewhere around unless she is violating curfew.”

“I wouldn’t put that past her.”

“I’ll find her so long as she’s in the building,” Lisa said with a frown.

“Thank you.”

Zoe leaned back against her pillows. At least the clock didn’t have thirteen numbers this time.

None of her previous ‘escapes’ had lasted more than a few minutes before she noticed something out of place. That alone had to be good evidence that she actually escaped.

Assuming time wasn’t dilated in any way during the illusions.

The hands on the clock slowly ticked around for almost an hour before Eva walked into the room.

“You’re looking better.”

“Eva, yo–”

Zoe’s words choked in her throat as she stared at the girl. That girl stared back.

She could stare back.

With red, slit-pupil eyes.

That was wrong.

Very wrong.

Zoe braced herself.

Pain would be right after noticing something wrong.

And then another illusion would start.

She’d think she escaped.

Zoe was so engrossed in staring at those eyes, she almost missed Eva’s diagnosis.

“Bruises are gone. No internal or external bleeding. There is non-insignificant asymmetry in your legs. Are they alright?”

No pain. No booting out of the illusion.

Zoe clenched her jaw shut. She didn’t know what to think anymore.

It happened so quickly, Zoe couldn’t stop herself. It took all her effort to ignore the pain in her leg as she leaned over the edge of her bed.

What had to be hundreds of dollars worth of potions wound up on the floor.

“Zoe!” Eva darted forwards around the non-vomit side of the bed. Sharp claws pressed against her back.

This is it. Zoe braced herself for the pain and tried to think of another way to escape.

No pain came. Again. Just a soothing and somewhat odd feeling backrub.

Lisa burst into the room an instant later.

“I’m fine,” Zoe blurted out despite the foul taste in her mouth. She didn’t want Lisa jumping to conclusions. “I just–Eva, your eyes…”

“Oh. Arachne got them for me. The original owner wasn’t needing them anymore. I didn’t mean–I’m sorry. You were probably tortured… I didn’t even think–”

Zoe cut her off with a shake of her head.

She had a feeling she had seen those eyes before. Recently. She was suddenly glad she had been trapped in an endless stream of illusions rather than extended torture underneath the watchful gaze of those eyes. Being afraid of one of her students due to trauma would never do.

Maybe seeing a therapist for that would be wise.

“You stole that demon’s eyes?”

“Demon?” Rather than fear or running away, Lisa had a smug grin on her face. “I knew it.” That grin vanished as she grabbed a few towels from a cupboard.

“Thanks,” Eva said with a roll of her eyes. She could do that now. “At this rate, I might as well just issue a public statement to the whole school tomorrow. Or flee into hiding. Devon wants to do that anyway. This place is ‘too damn hot’ for him.”

Zoe put one of her hands on Eva’s claw. “Don’t. I’ll vouch for you in front of everyone.”

“You’ll lose your job.”

“Perhaps. But sticking by their students is a teacher’s duty. Besides, you kept me from bleeding out.” Zoe couldn’t help but add, “as long as everything is real.”

Eva just blinked. It would take a while to get used to those eyes. “If you’re still worried about the jezebeth, don’t be. I mean, if you think this is imaginary then nothing I say will help, but I guarantee that it is dead.”

Zoe wasn’t sure that helped. It should have. It was meant to. Maybe it would if the weeks wore on.

“That isn’t to say their illusions are anything to be scoffed at. I stabbed myself in the heart because–”

“You what!”

Her outburst was echoed by Lisa.

Eva had the gall to just wave her hand. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

“You are most certainly not fine, young lady.” Lisa pointed at one of the other beds in the room. “Bed. Now.”

“What? No. I’m fine!”

“Last year, I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me in my own infirmary. Do you remember?”

Any further protests died in Eva’s throat as she gave a timid nod.

“Bed. Now. If you aren’t in it by the time I get back,” Lisa let the threat hang in the air for a moment. She all but ran out of the room with the towels.

Eva didn’t hesitate. She scrambled into an adjacent bed.

“Before she comes back,” Zoe said, “there is a ring. You know which one I’m talking about. It was somewhere in my house.”

“Devon and Arachne have been snooping around all day. I highly doubt he would have missed a ring of that nature. Getting it back from him might be another story.”

“So long as it doesn’t fall into regular people’s hands.”

“Ylva was quite displeased. Not at you,” Eva quickly said.

And a good thing too, Zoe didn’t want another demon angry at her.

“She wanted both those demons to mount their heads on pikes. Apparently they broke rules by attacking you.”

“I didn’t have the ring on.”

“I gathered that and told her as much. I don’t think she cared, but you’d have to ask her.”

I don’t want to know that bad.

Lisa returned to the room. She dropped three potion vials into Zoe’s lap.

“Drink,” was her only command before she turned to Eva.

The final vial sent a wave of fog over her mind. Zoe passed out to the tune of a nurse shouting at her patient.

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How disgusting.

Elves. Loathsome beasts. They always found a way to disgust. Wallowing in their own filth as they served their human masters. Slaves without chains.

Every elf read the works of Tolkien as they grew up. Since their fall, they dressed themselves up after the elves of Middle-earth. Mannered themselves as wise and nature oriented.

An attempt at endearing themselves to humans.

Catherine couldn’t help but think it was mildly successful. The humans seemed to trust them enough.

Disgusting and loathsome.

Pandering their once great race to the whims of mortals.

Not that they had much choice. ‘Once great’ was a very literal term.

They were a dying species and they knew it.

All newborn elves were mortal. They might enjoy some longevity from their ancestors, but nothing significant. Every immortal elf that died from combat was an irreplaceable loss to their race.

Elves lost the magic that made them unique. The magic that made them better than mortals. Forced instead to learn the magic of the mundane to have any power at all.

Without their unique magic, the only thing left of their race and culture was their knowledge of unnatural plants and cultivation techniques. They kept the secrets to themselves while offering remedies to humans.

They clung to any scrap of relevance they could get, even if it meant associating themselves with those beneath them.

Of course, they could no longer consider themselves above mortals.

A testament to the fate of those who lost their Power.

A shudder ran up Catherine’s spine. Void terrified her. On one hand, He gave out everything a demon could ever desire. Their domains. Shaped by every whim and fancy to strike the owning demon. Taken a step too far.

Nothing to hope for. Nothing to yearn for. Everything a demon wanted offered up without challenge or effort. Everything except an escape.

Demons could freely move to other domains. Few ever did. Subjecting oneself to the whims of others within their own domains tended to wind up poorly.

Then there was Void’s namesake.

Void.

A demon’s death condemned a demon to the exact opposite. Rather than everything, there was nothing. Absolute nothingness. No stimuli save for the dalliances of one’s own mind. A mind that may not be entirely intact depending on how the demon met her demise.

Catherine had only died once. Slain in the humans’ sixteenth century after enthralling a small village. Everything had been going so well before…

Another tremor tore through Catherine.

She still didn’t know if she escaped the Void through conscious action on her part or if she had been let go.

Not an experience she was eager to repeat in either case.

Despite the cruelty He inflicted upon demons, Catherine would fight fang and claw for Him should He require. All demons would. Losing their patron Power would subject their race to near extinction.

Like the elves.

Catherine tried to keep the sneer of disgust off her face as the milky-eyed elf looked over the charred human.

His silver circlet glinted as he moved around the table. The flowing white dress he wore drifted in some imaginary breeze. Every motion he made was filled with more grace than a contortionist during sex.

Nothing like the fearsome warriors and conquerers Catherine had personally seen several millennia in the past.

“This one is far worse than the last one,” the elf’s flowery voice said as he turned his eyes to Catherine.

She clenched her teeth together. “Can you fix him?” Catherine ground out.

“Fear not, young one–”

Catherine did not consider herself violent. There were far more satisfying things to do with mortals than pulling them apart. That didn’t stop her from occasionally getting the urge to do just that. Especially when the elf gave her that patronizing smile.

She had to shut her eyes to retain control.

“It will take time, but his burns will mend with our aid.”

“Great. Brakket Academy will pay for whatever.”

Catherine tried to turn and leave before she did something she would regret. A polite clearing of the elf’s throat stopped her.

“If I might ask,” his flowery voice said, “what caused these burns?”

“He tried to fight a fire demon with fire. His own flames were turned back on him.”

“A demon?” Not a hint of surprise appeared on his face. There were probably detectable traces left all over Wayne’s body.

Catherine doubted the elf picked up anything about her. Her disguise was perfect.

“A demon,” Catherine confirmed. “It has been killed.”

The elf raised one of his perfectly styled eyebrows in a silent question.

Catherine wasn’t about to oblige. “If there is nothing else,” she trailed off as if expecting to be dismissed, but turned and walked out without waiting.

Politeness was wasted on such worthless creatures. Martina should have summoned a barqu or even a minion of Corrupter to fix Wayne.

Or just kill him. Catherine hadn’t found him to be that great of an alchemist. Surely he wouldn’t be difficult to replace.

But she was a familiar. She would abide by her master’s decision.

The organ notes of Toccata and Fugue echoed down the hospital hallway.

Speaking of the annoying woman, Catherine thought with a smile as she pulled out her cellphone.

For a moment, Catherine just stared at the device in her hand. She entertained the thought of ignoring the call simply to annoy Martina. That would only make her more annoying later. Still, that didn’t stop Catherine from waiting for the final note to play before she answered the call.

It was a good song, after all.

“About time.” Martina already sounded annoyed.

Good.

Catherine let out an audible sigh before she said, “did you want something?”

“Wayne’s status.”

“Still looking like cooked bacon.”

There was a pause and faint growling on the other end of the call. Catherine smiled as she imagined Martina’s face twisting into an ugly scowl. She was too easy.

“Can the elves help him?”

“I think that they think that they probably can.”

Another growl. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what I meant. I’m no elf. Why would I know what they’re capable of?”

“Is Wayne still with you?”

“I left him with the elves. He looks like bacon but he doesn’t smell very fragrant. Being in his presence was making me nauseous. Lucky for him, the hospital’s natural stench of sterility overpowers everything.”

“Fine. We need to find a temporary alchemist and theorist as well as prepare some sort of statement. Get back here immediately.”

The connection terminated with a faint click.

“Gladly,” Catherine honestly said, though she had lied about one thing. She could stand Wayne. It was the milky-eyed elves making her nauseous.

Just looking at them turned something in the pit of her stomach.

— — —

“They’re glowing,” Jordan said.

“Not that much. Hardly more than normal.”

Irene disagreed. Eyes weren’t supposed to glow. Any amount of glow was automatically more than normal. In Eva’s case, it was looking like a lot more than normal.

Jordan sported a wide grin as he pressed his face right up against Eva’s. The intensity with which he stared at her eyes was almost as frightening as Eva herself. Even Eva took a step away from him with a worried look on her face.

His antics weren’t winning him any favors with Shelby. Irene’s twin took on a cross look when he moved back up next to Eva. It wasn’t until she linked her arm with his and pulled Jordan away that he finally gave some space to the glowing-eyed girl.

Part of her wondered if they were dating yet. Shelby hadn’t said anything, but that didn’t mean anything; unlike most popular depictions of twins, Shelby and Irene did not share absolutely everything with one another.

They certainly lacked the stereotypical means of telepathic communication. If they had a telepathic connection, Irene would be asking her sister what exactly the girl was thinking when she smiled and put her hand on Eva’s claw thing.

Irene sighed as she glanced at the only other participant in their little meeting. At least I’m not the only one keeping my distance.

Max was hanging back at her side. His kind smile had turned into a frown the moment Eva took her gloves off. Irene thought he was going to make a run for it when Eva pulled the leather band off of her eyes.

Irene had the decency to keep her expression neutral. She knew something was wrong with the girl and had always maintained a polite atmosphere around her. At the very least, Irene possessed the mental acuity not to offend the girl who now walked around with what amounted to knives on her fingers.

And eyes she had stolen from a demon.

They probably had all kinds of inhuman abilities.

Irene had a sinking feeling in her stomach as Eva glanced up. Their eyes met for an instant before Eva gave her a small smile.

Oh no. She can read minds.

Every nasty thought she’d ever had for Eva surfaced. She tried to blank her mind and return Eva’s smile at the same time.

It didn’t help.

The smile on Eva’s face slipped.

She knew.

Irene froze. Her eyes flicked down to Eva’s claws and then to her legs. Even if she wanted to run, she wouldn’t be able to get away.

And then what. She still lived next door. Shelby lived there too. She couldn’t–wouldn’t leave behind her sister.

“I’m sorry,” Irene blurted out. “I just need time. To process.”

“You could say that again,” mumbled Max.

“Irene,” Shelby said softly. “She’s the same Eva we’ve know–”

“I know. I know. It’s just, well, creepy. It’s how she’s seen all this time with her eyes shut. She doesn’t even need to open her eyes to know what’s going on around.” Irene glanced at the wall. “She can probably see through walls. That’s how she knew about the bull even when we couldn’t see it.”

Eva raised one shiny black finger into the air, pointing at her eyes. “Actually,” she said, “I only got these eyes last night.”

“I just, I don’t know.” Irene could feel her panic settling in. The situation was just too out there. She missed Shelby moving to her side until her twin pulled her into a hug. “I-I need a book. I need to know–to explain everything to myself.

“You just pull a demon’s eyes out and pop them into your sockets and it just works?” A small whisper of horror snapped in the back of her mind as she realized something. “And your hands are the same, aren’t they? Your pet spider is a demon too.”

Eva’s wince told Irene that her guess was correct. Magical creature from Africa my ass. “We’ve been living next to a demon.” Irene couldn’t keep the tremor out of her voice.

“Is that true?” Shelby asked.

“I didn’t want to mention. My hands and eyes are pushing the limits. I could potentially get demon hunters after me with them. Widespread knowledge of Arachne would definitely give hunters cause to turn their gaze in my direction.”

“Well, I don’t know about hunters, but that seems pretty cool. Is she like a–”

“Cool? Cool? You don’t get to dismiss a demon living next to us as cool. It is a demon. They’re–”

“They’re what?” Eva interrupted. “Evil? Going to kill us all? Please. I’m perfectly willing to loan you a book to educate yourself with, but use your head a little.

“She is a demon and I apparently cannot keep a secret if my life depended on it. Which it might,” Eva added with a sigh.

“Arachne has lived next door to you since I got here. She was on the airplane. How many times has she gone on a murderous rampage?” Eva paused and tilted her head as if thinking to herself, making sure her count was correct. “None. If anything, she’s saved people. We were the ones who drove the necromancers out of town. Not the Elysium Order.

“I’m well aware that I’m creepy. Especially now with,” she raised and clacked her fingers together.

“I quickly alienated everyone at my old school. I was the creepy one who sat in the back and drew strange symbols all over her papers. By the time I realized the niceties of social interaction, it was too late. I’d already alienated myself from everyone. Only two of my fellow students ever spoke to me and that was borderline bullying.”

Eva took a deep breath as she glanced around the group. “Arachne was my friend. My first and only friend for the longest time. She wasn’t around as often–she wasn’t contracted to me then like she is now–but we always managed to be together on Halloween. Sometimes we’d have a party or even an occasional trick-or-treat.

“I’m rambling, but what I’m trying to say is this: she isn’t a murderous monster who is going to go around killing everyone.”

Eva let out a long sigh.

“Probably.”

Irene had almost been feeling bad. That feeling vanished in one word. “Probably?”

“A joke. Nothing more,” Eva said with her creepy hands raised. It was supposed to look placating, but it ended up more threatening. “If you really want a book, I do have one. It has no directions for summoning or anything, merely a neutral look at demons. Though you should keep it hidden anyway.”

“I don’t know. I just…” Irene shot her sister a glare as Shelby mouthed something to Eva. She’d probably be getting another lecture later.

A brief moment of silence reigned over the group until Jordan cleared his throat.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” he said, “how did you see?”

“That’s a secret.”

Jordan’s face fell. The look of absolute dejection on his face immediately turned Eva’s features softer.

The manipulative jerk.

Not that Irene was going to complain. She wanted–no, needed to know.

“Technically it isn’t a magic that proper mages should know, so I’ll skimp the details. Basically I constantly spread a dust in the air around me. Very tiny particles and not even that much, but I could sense them. Therefore I could sense whatever they landed on and get a picture of my environment.”

“I see,” Jordan said with a nod. “Improper magic?” He made a light humming noise.

A familiar humming noise.

Irene could see the gears turning in his head, searching through all the knowledge he had pilfered from his family library for any spell that resembled Eva’s description. Hopefully he wouldn’t remember anything. The shadow thing he did was bad enough. Irene did not want him becoming anything like Eva.

“Both Zoe Baxter and Wayne Lurcher knew about it, so you could say it was cleared,” Eva said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“But,” Max said a little louder than he normally spoke. He shuffled his feet nervously as all eyes, including Eva’s, turned to him. “But do your new eyes do anything special?” The first sly grin appeared on his face since the start of their conversation. He put both hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. “Can they see through things?”

Irene let out a small groan as he wiggled his hips.

“No, Max,” Eva said with a very visible roll of her eyes, “I can’t see your dick.”

He immediately started sputtering, prompting raucous laughter from Shelby. Why the boy went through all the effort for the lewd joke and then got embarrassed when Eva called him out, Irene doubted she’d ever understand.

“As far as I can tell so far,” Eva continued, “these eyes aren’t much different from human eyes. A little sharper under certain circumstances and a little blurrier under others. Colors are off a little as well. Blacks are, well, blacker. Whites are slightly grayer. The colors in between suffer at varying degrees. Nothing that affects everyday living.”

Eva shook her head. “I can’t stay for much longer. Shalise, Juliana’s father and Juliana are still back at my other house and I don’t really want them exploring too much while I’m not there.”

“Other house?” Jordan asked.

“There was an incident last night–the reason we’re not in class right now. I’m sure you’ll hear about it. But I was entertaining Juliana’s father at a place I own in town. They decided it would be safer to spend the night there.”

“Safer? Is there anything we need to do?”

“Probably not. I’d avoid going into town. If you see anything suspicious like,” Eva let out a very forced cough, “strange creatures, then notify either myself, Zoe Baxter, Wayne Lurcher, Zagan, Martina Turner, or Catherine.”

“Strange creatures?”

Eva let out a sigh. “Two things attacked Zoe last night. My mentor is trying to find out where they came from or why. She’s mostly fine, don’t worry. Arachne, Wayne Lurcher, and I killed them, so don’t worry about rampant creatures. Wayne was injured. I think we will be having a substitute in his class for a while.”

Max’s momentary smile vanished from his face. “First zombies then ‘strange creatures?’ What is it with this place?”

“Don’t forget Eva’s bull,” Shelby said with a half-forced grin.

“Hey. It wasn’t my bull. I had nothing to do with that incident.”

Max just shook his head. “Are all magical schools like this?”

“Good question. Look up the answer or ask around. I’d be interested in knowing the answer when I get back.”

“When is that going to be?”

“Tonight if I have anything to say about it.” Eva shook her head. She walked to the study room door mumbling under her breath. “People having free reign of my prison while I’m not around is a recipe for disaster. I just hope everyone is in the same number of pieces they were in when I left.”

She stopped with one hand on the handle and spun, pointing a single finger in the other hand directly towards Irene.

Her heart skipped a beat before Eva smiled. “I’ll grab that book for you. And,” she swept her finger towards the rest of the group, “try to keep this a secret. If you must talk to someone other than me, please go to Wayne Lurcher or Zoe Baxter. Use discretion and no rash decisions. Please.”

With one last, almost pleading look, Eva left the room.

“Prison?” Jordan said.

Max glanced at him. “Same number of pieces?”

“I told you she was creepy.”

— — —

“That didn’t turn out near as well as I’d hoped. An utter failure, in fact. Despite their fearsome reputation, that display was lacking.”

“I thought we were supposed to make friends.”

Her father turned his overwide grin down on Des. “You are to make friends. I have other plans.”

Des frowned. That wasn’t what he told her before school started.

“Now don’t sulk. Come, give Daddy a hand.”

With only the most superficial of sighs–Des did like helping her father work–she stepped up to the slab. She couldn’t help but feel a tingle inside as their latest acquisition wriggled beneath the bindings.

Streaks of water ran down his temples and pooled in the bowl beneath his skull. Tears of Despair. They’d fetch a good price. Des sealed off the bowl–contaminating it would lower the potency.

The man’s watery eyes looked into her own, pleading for release.

Des was happy to oblige.

The snapping of gloves onto her hands was always a satisfying sound. She started her incision at the shoulder and brought it down to the base of the sternum. A second cut from the opposite shoulder drew past the sternum to the man’s navel.

“So,” her father said as he helped pin back the flaps of skin, “how is school going?”

“It’s like the old school, daddy. Hugo helps scare away the worst of them.” Des had to raise her voice to be heard over the whir of the bone saw digging into the man’s ribcage. “Using magic hurts too.”

“Hurts? What do you mean, hurts? You’re not supposed to feel pain.”

“I don’t know how else to say it. I get out of class and want to do nothing but sit in a corner without moving.”

“Rejection? No. I tested thoroughly. Are you eating enough? You must eat twice as much, or more, than you used to.”

“I’m having two helpings at every meal,” Des said with insistence. She really had. Even when it hurt. Even when everyone pointed and whispered behind her back. Getting a larger stomach might help with the first problem. Nothing would help the second problem.

Thinking about school brought up ill memories. Des shook her head and sighed. “I’m glad you got school canceled for the rest of the week.”

“That,” he said with an even wider smile, “was an accident. As I said, disappointing. I thought the short one had a good head on its shoulders. Then neither of them follows orders. Pathetic. What do people see in them?”

Des shook her head as she carefully removed the man’s stomach. Even without the proper ability to smell, spilling its contents always ended up with an annoying cleanup.

“Can’t I stay here with you, daddy? I don’t want to go back.”

“Ah-ah,” he said as he ticked one gloved finger back and forth. “At the very least, Hugo would be more useful if he learned magic. I’ll see about tweaking your caloric intake to something more manageable.”

“But daddy, I’m sure Hugo could manage–”

“Oh, take out the heart too.”

Des glanced down at the faintly beating heart in her hands. She estimated less than a minute, roughly thirty to thirty-five beats remained. Holding on until the last beat was one of her favorite parts. But removing it?

She tossed a confirming glance at her father.

“We won’t need it. I’ve got a different heart to try out.”

“A different heart?” Twenty. Nineteen

“Oh yes. I’m not sure if it will work, but no harm in trying.” As he glanced at their subject, his grin curled upwards until it started threatening to cut off the top of his head. “Well, except for you of course. I don’t expect you to be worried about that much longer.”

Des doubted the man was still conscious. Seven. Six. They hadn’t given him anything to keep him awake until the last minute.

A shame really.

Two. One. Zero. Des let out a satisfied sigh as the flesh went still. Perfect.

“Why not use the heart in its own body? That’s better, right daddy?”

“Usually. This is a special case. An experiment, if you will.” He turned off to one side and shouted, “Hugo!”

The glassy-eyed boy wheeled in a sheet covered gurney.

“Killing them just makes everything disappear. But your future friend gave me an idea. Several actually, but this one idea is required for the others. You see, parts of them don’t disappear if they were detached before death.”

He whisked off the sheet and tossed it over Hugo’s head.

Three arms, a leg from the knee down, and several things Des couldn’t even guess at all lay on the table. Claws, tentacles, and even eyes. None of them looked remotely human.

“It was tricky and quite enjoyable trying to figure out exactly how much I could get away with before the things died.”

He took one arm off the slab and placed it over their current subject’s arm. “We’ll attach analogous limbs where they go, removing the existing meat. The rest,” he took a hook-like thing–Des couldn’t even decide what it might have been originally used for–and started placing it around the body. “Well, we’ll handle them on a case by case basis.”

Des took the knee-length leg. There was no indication whether it was a left or a right leg. Looking at it closely, it might have even been a hand. “We won’t be able to make these very fast.”

“We’ll get faster with practice. Once this one is finished, I’m sure he’ll be happy to help. Then the next ones we build will help build more which will help build more. And so on! Besides, trying new things is fun! And,” he reached up and pinched both of Des’ cheeks. She could feel the sticky blood he left behind. “It is good bonding time.”

Des would have blushed if she could. She was about to comment back, but her father already had the man’s arm off. How he managed that fast, Des had no idea. She’d have to work double time to even keep somewhat near him.

“Huh,” he said. He brought a bent stitching needle right in front of his wide grin. “I think we need the heavy-duty needles.”

— — —

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Nel tore the tentacle out of the air in front of her and flung it across the chamber. It landed with a slop against the floor. She slammed her hands into the marble altar.

None of her tension left with that brief bout of rage.

She was so tired. Nel collapsed on the altar, putting her head against the cold marble. Just a short rest.

The peace was intoxicating. Relaxing every day with Lady Ylva. Being well-fed and well-rested. Nothing trying to kill her–probably.

Nel might be a slave, but it was a comfortable life. She doubted Lady Ylva would disallow short trips outside of her domain. She hadn’t bothered asking; it wasn’t like she could leave while the Elysium Order might still be looking for her. Maybe in a year, she’d risk it.

All the peace and quiet made her forget the demands of being an augur.

It wasn’t like she let her abilities wane. Nel kept up tabs on all the people who might potentially become a threat to her. Eva, Arachne, Devon, and Zoe first and foremost. She wouldn’t call it spying, at least not to their faces, but it definitely kept her from atrophying.

No. Simple scrying wasn’t the problem. Finding a target with no information about them or their whereabouts was not only stressful, but near impossible.

And the stupid tentacle monster’s limbs did not help.

Nel had told Eva multiple times, ‘I can only track back the last fifteen minutes of their lives.’ Tracing through someone’s steps further than fifteen minutes got exponentially harder with every passing minute. It was technically possible, but very difficult. The strain from attempting to look further back was the biggest source of her exhaustion.

She’d only been an augur for a year and a handful of months. A task like this would have been handed to one of the higher augurs in the order. The more experienced.

When working for the Elysium Order, any potential fetter would be shipped immediately to the augur. Even at the cost of nuns. Haste was important and they knew it.

What does Eva do? She comes in five hours after the thing died and has the gall to ask Nel who was the one to order the thing around.

Nel would have punched the little abomination in her face had she not been worried that Eva would kick her down the pit with her new legs.

Then there was Lady Ylva. She had a brazen personality at the best of times.

Finding out that two demons had ignored her ring set her off on a rampage.

Nel vowed then and there to never be the cause of ire for the woman. Only a single chain kept the throne in the center chamber from falling into the pit. She had yet to return from the room of sands and water.

There was no doubt in Nel’s mind that the demon would want to know who ordered the attack on Zoe. Nel hoped to have the information by the time Lady Ylva returned.

That wasn’t going to happen.

Nel could search through every building in Brakket within an hour. It wasn’t that large of a town. But the enemy didn’t need to be in town. They could be in Cuba for all Nel knew. When hunting for the Elysium Order, there was always some intel that led to even a vague location. Some starting place to focus her efforts.

This was so far out of her expertise.

But she would try.

Nel lifted her head from the marble slab and slid the frankincense right under her nose. She took a deep breath and started searching.

She couldn’t be useless. She couldn’t afford to be useless. Lady Ylva would realize her mistake in taking Nel in and kick her out to the nuns.

Or worse.

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“Demon of strength?” Arachne let out a long laugh. “When I kill you, I think I will be taking your title.”

“Fool. Such arrogance will be your demise.”

Arachne laughed again. As if. The carnivean only had one tentacle of any significant length remaining. And that would soon be gone.

It was disappointing, actually. Carniveans were supposed to be strong. Very strong. Sure, if it managed to wrap a tentacle around anything, that thing would break off–two of Arachne’s legs and most of one arm were testament to that.

None of that strength translated to martial prowess.

Still, it was the first real fight she’d been in since the necromancer’s cave.

Arachne intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

The carnivean jumped through the air at Arachne’s laugh. Two glowing red eyes blazed brighter as her three-fanged mouth opened in a snarl.

Arachne swung her entire body around, catching the small body with her bulk. The tentacle slipped off of smooth carapace as the carnivean flew through another charred wall.

More of the wall tumbled over as Arachne gave chase. Creaks and shudders in the house went ignored. She reared back, intending to send several legs into the back of the prone demon.

None of them hit their target.

Using the tentacle, the demon knocked herself across the room and into a kitchen. She slammed into the refrigerator. It teetered and would have crushed her had she not thrown herself out of the way again.

The sight sent Arachne into another fit of maniacal laughter.

The fridge falling probably wouldn’t have killed the tiny thing. Despite her lack of size, she was still a demon.

It might have held her down long enough for Arachne to end her.

Not giving her a moment of respite, Arachne gave chase. She raked a leg across the carnivean’s chest. Whatever scraps of cloth the demon once wore had long since been shred. Another thin line of black spread over her chest.

Arachne missed the tentacle. The demon twisted into the attack to avoid losing her last tentacle.

The carnivean had to know she already lost. Perhaps something in her contract prevented her from fleeing or just ending it herself.

Not that Arachne wanted her to. But she was starting to get worried. Her Eva hadn’t joined against the carnivean, yet was taking far too long against the jezebeth.

Arachne had fought one in the past. Annoying, for sure, but mostly harmless. They’d pop like a balloon if anyone even looked at one funny.

No time to think about that. Arachne had to jump out of the way as the tentacle tried to latch onto one of her legs.

The few strands holding her claw to her arm snapped as Arachne jumped. She grabbed the claw out of mid-air, twisted, and threw the claw.

It caught the carnivean straight in the face. If her fingers hadn’t curled back in flight, it would have stuck.

As it was, the carnivean merely stumbled back.

Stumbling would have to do.

Arachne charged forwards. Two of her legs plunged into the carnivean’s. They split downwards from mid-thigh to knee. Black blood, muscles, and fat all spilled out onto the floor.

Another two legs similarly sheared the demon’s arms.

She was too slow to pin down the tentacle.

It lanced forwards, gripping tightly around Arachne’s throat.

And started constricting.

She could feel cracks forming in her carapace under the pressure.

Arachne’s remaining arm swung out at the tentacle–almost of its own volition.

Her sharp fingers completely severed it from the carnivean’s head. She quickly raked her fingers against her own throat. She couldn’t risk it having any kind of mental connection to the creature and continuing squeezing.

The pieces fell away to the ground with a slop.

“I believe the humans would say ‘checkmate’ at this point,” Arachne said with a laugh.

The carnivean’s eyes burned a bright red as she glared into Arachne’s eyes. “Just end it.” Her deep voice laced hate into each syllable.

Arachne was about to oblige. She wanted to. Crushing the stupid, weak demon’s head with her sole remaining claw would be nothing short of euphoric.

Staring into the demon’s glowing eyes gave Arachne another idea.

“How human-like are your eyes?”

Anger bled away to confusion for the briefest of instants before the carnivean’s face twisted into a scowl. “What?”

“I might be convinced to let you go. You’re in a sorry state, but even if I were to tear off all your limbs, it has to be better than the oblivion of Void.”

A shudder traveled up Arachne’s legs from the pinned demon.

Arachne grinned. She had her now.

“What do you want?”

“Your eyes. They’re human enough, despite the slit pupil and red iris. They’re around the right size too. Though, if my claws and legs are any indication, size won’t matter after a while.”

The demon glanced between all eight of Arachne’s eyes.

Searching for deception?

She better search well.

“You cut my eyes out and you will let me go?”

Hope glimmered in the carnivean’s eyes. Arachne had to keep herself from bursting out laughing. She’d be taking the eyes one way or another. Now that the idea was in her head, she couldn’t let it go.

The only difference was the level of willingness from her captive. If she struggled, Arachne might end up damaging the eyes. Small nicks might be able to heal, but anything big would ruin the eyes. That wouldn’t serve any purpose aside from unnecessary torture.

Not that Arachne took issue with unnecessary torture.

Rather than answer the demon, Arachne moved one of her sharp fingers right next to the demon’s face.

She inched it closer.

Slowly.

Closer.

Arachne would slice her eyelid if the carnivean so much as blinked.

She slid her needle-like finger up and around the eyeball. It was a tight squeeze, she was sure part of it was damaged. Arachne tried to put most of the force onto the surrounding skin and bone. Black blood stained the eye as it dripped down.

To her credit, the carnivean did not scream or even wiggle. It made Arachne’s job far easier.

After a scant few seconds that hopefully felt like forever to the carnivean, Arachne felt her finger cut away at enough connecting material. The glow in the eye dimmed as it started flopping freely around the demon’s eye socket.

Arachne tried to gently nudge it out of the socket. It wasn’t working. Too much resistance.

How to get it out without slicing it in two? Well, the easy answer would be to cut off the carnivean’s face. She might protest that.

So, other eye first.

Arachne carefully withdrew her finger and positioned it in front of the carnivean’s other eye. She repeated the action of severing the eye from the demon.

“Excellent job,” Arachne said. “Still need to get the eyes out. Keep holding still for just a moment.”

The demon didn’t respond. Had her eyes not been rolled back in her head at the moment, she might have tried an intimidating glare.

As it was, Arachne had to suppress another bought of laughter.

She started cutting away bone and skin. Far less carefully.

Once the hole was wide enough for the eyes fit through with plenty of extra space, Arachne tipped the demon’s head forwards. Both eyes rolled out onto her waiting palm.

It wasn’t often that Arachne needed pockets. If she needed something carried, she would simply bring a bag. With no bag and a whole arm missing, Arachne found herself suddenly in need of them now.

She popped both eyes into her mouth, taking care to avoid biting, crushing, or accidentally swallowing them.

“You have them right? Let me go. That was our agreement.”

Almost forgot.

Arachne’s hand jutted forwards and gripped the carnivean’s face. Two fingers went through each eye socket. She shoved her thumb down the demon’s throat.

The screams were music to Arachne’s ears.

Holding her head like a bowling ball, Arachne closed her grip.

The carnivean’s face crushed to a pulp beneath her might. Demon of strength? Ha.

Without her hand as support, the little tentacle monster collapsed to the ground. The pulpy mess of her face squished beneath one of Arachne’s legs.

The remains of the carnivean dissolved into the ground.

Arachne spat the eyes back into her hand. She almost swallowed them as she tried to laugh. The mouth was clearly a terrible storage spot.

“Ah, sorry. I lied.”

Eyes safely in her hand, Arachne threw her head back and laughed.

As the last of her glee slowly left her system, Arachne remembered her missing master.

But first, time to find some containers.

Arachne returned to her human form as she moved to the kitchen. She kept all her remaining legs extended, but walking around as a human inside a human habitation was far more convenient. She could destroy more walls in her full size, but the building might not hold up long enough.

She just needed to find a hard sided container that wasn’t too melted. Most seemed to be resistant to heat. She dropped the eyes in the first one she found.

Lids seemed harder to find, but Arachne didn’t need it to be perfect. The one she chose didn’t snap shut, but it was close enough.

Eyes safely tucked in the crook of her damaged arm, Arachne headed out of the kitchen to find her absent master.

Arachne stepped out of the husk of a home. The first thing to catch her eye was the narrow pillar of fire stretching towards the clouds. Despite its height, it failed to waver in the light breeze. No part of it so much as burned the grass of the yard.

That did not stop it from putting out enough heat for Arachne to feel mildly uncomfortable in its presence.

It took Arachne a moment to tear her eyes towards the small bubble just a few steps away. Her master–her Eva–lay on her back in the shadow of the flame pillar. The blood shield protected her from any detrimental effects of the heat.

Blood spilled from her mouth. Her own dagger stuck straight out of her chest.

Arachne had to fight to stop herself from running straight to Eva’s side.

The jezebeth was still missing.

An illusion? Arachne discarded the idea. Unless she hadn’t actually killed the carnivean, the jezebeth likely hadn’t been anywhere near Arachne. It wouldn’t have had the time to weave a large-scale illusion.

No. What was in front of Arachne was the truth. At most there would be spatial shifts.

But the jezebeth wasn’t visible. Not unless it was around the opposite side of the flames.

It hadn’t run away. Arachne could still sense the demon somewhere around. Somewhere in the direction of the flame and her Eva.

Arachne set the eye container on the ground, hopefully far enough from the building that it wouldn’t come to harm if the building collapsed.

Nothing could be trusted. Sight, smell, sound, touch, taste. Everything was compromised or would be soon enough. The longer she spent in the presence of the jezebeth, the more it could affect her personally.

Time was of the essence. She had to dispatch the creature before even the ingrained ability to sense other demons could be affected.

Arachne ran. She honed in on the other demon and sprinted. Even if she couldn’t see it, she’d hit something. The demon would make a crack in the ground or a small rock–something for Arachne to trip over.

Then she’d strike.

She jumped over Eva’s blood shield, making sure to just barely skim the surface. Two of her legs dug into the shield, just to ensure the jezebeth wasn’t disguising itself.

Doing so was unnecessary.

The jezebeth was sitting–inasmuch as a sphere with legs could sit–in front of the flame. The palpable surprise on its face as Arachne vaulted the shield was to die for.

Arachne’s face split in two with her grin. She had every intention of making that literal.

Her legs swept across as much empty air that they could reach. Missing the demon on account of it being two rolls to one side would be as annoying as it would be embarrassing.

Flesh spilled to the ground from empty air just a few paces from the demon. Arachne immediately turned and jabbed all of her legs into the spot. Over and over she pulled out her legs and jammed them back in.

The sitting jezebeth shimmered away into nothingness. A broken, battered, and screaming demon materialized in front of Arachne.

She absently noted that most of the creature was covered in freshly burned skin. Considering it was a demon that had some level of immunity to flames, that was mildly impressive. Unfortunately, that was likely caused by the professor rather than her Eva.

At least I caught the real one, Arachne thought as another leg entered and retracted from the demon’s eye. Her sense of the demon hadn’t moved since she started stabbing.

She wished, desperately wished that she had time to spare. Slow running of her fingers over the jezebeth’s flesh, cutting away small chunks as it serenaded her with screams. And its screams were so nice. High-pitched and from three mouths at once.

Arachne couldn’t ask for more.

But Eva was in trouble.

Bits of flesh flew off of the jezebeth as Arachne started tearing it to pieces. It didn’t have a head, but it had to have some vital core in there.

It fell apart, bit by bit, like a claw to an overripe tomato. Black goop oozed from every wound.

Arachne continued to pull, rend, tear, and decimate until its screams ceased. The ground opened up and swallowed most of the pulpy mess. An arm here and a leg there along with several strips of flesh and even a few fangs that had broken out all had been left behind.

She couldn’t worry about souvenirs. Arachne spun on a sharp heel and jumped through the shield to land at Eva’s side.

A second shield just inside caught Arachne mid jump.

Two shields? And the second was made without Arachne’s blood. No matter. A few quick swipes of her limbs had that shield out of her way.

“Eva,” Arachne said.

A spike of nearly black blood speared out of Eva’s chest and into Arachne’s own. It failed to penetrate and Eva looked in no mood to clap.

Her breathing was ragged. One arm looked like it tried to lift. It gave up just an inch off the ground.

Arachne ignored the spike as she knelt next to her Eva. Tons of blood made the surrounding grass slick, but that could be from her vials. Apart from the dagger in her chest and the blood trickling from her mouth, Eva didn’t look harmed.

The dagger in the chest was worrying enough.

“All the illusions are gone, Eva. Everything left is real.”

Not caring that her hand was still sticky with the jezebeth and carnivean’s blood, Arachne gripped the sides of Eva’s face. She turned her head to face Arachne.

Despite her soon-to-be-rectified lack of eyes, it almost seemed as if Eva was looking at her.

“It’s okay. I’m really Arachne. All the other demons are dead. You need to heal.”

Arachne paused as she glanced over Eva. Her breathing might have steadied slightly, but she didn’t move a muscle.

“Can you understand me?”

Eva made a slight cough. A spittle of blood flew into the air.

It didn’t fall back down. A thin string slipped from her mouth to join the few droplets already in the air. The moved around until they formed three simple shapes.

YES

“How do I help?”

DO NOT MOVE

LUNG PUNCTURED

HEART PUNCTURED

Arachne frowned with a glance a the dagger. “How do I help?”

SELF HEALING

SLOWLY

NO MISTAKES

DAGGER WILL PUSH OUT WITH HEAL

HOUR OR SO

“Eva,” Arachne said in a quiet voice, “how do I help?”

The blood in the air swirled into a tight sphere before forming into her response.

PROTECT

“I can do that.”

OR

FIND HELP

“That would leave you alone.”

WAYNE LURCHER?

Arachne glanced over towards where the pillar of flame used to stand. It had died out sometime since the jezebeth’s death. Lying near the center of it was the smoldering corpse of Wayne Lurcher. With a smile, Arachne looked back towards Eva. “Looking extra crispy.”

HEART STILL BEATS

Arachne’s smile faltered to a frown as she noticed the slight rise and fall of the man’s chest. “That can’t be pleasant. I shall put him out of his misery.”

TALK

“Wayne Lurcher,” Arachne called out after a short sigh, “are you busy at the moment?”

Rather than the wheeze, cough, or simple silence that Arachne expected, the older alchemist grunted out a, “hurts to talk.”

Arachne cocked her head to the side for a moment before replying. “I think Eva is having a similar issue.”

COMMUNICATE

Arachne sighed again. “Do you have any spells to get help you trust? That is to say, help that you trust seeing Eva and potentially myself.”

“Cellphone,” he said. “In pocket.”

“Pocket? All that remains of your clothes is ash. You realize you’re lying there nude, right?”

That got a few coughs from him. “A good pyrokinetic will fireproof everything–”

“Except clothes?”

“It is around somewhere. Find it.”

Before Arachne could complain to Eva, the blood in the air was already swirling around.

FIND IT

Grumbling under her breath, Arachne started searching the lawn around Wayne Lurcher. She thought about giving him a good glare, but his eyes were closed and scorched over. It would just be wasted effort.

“This little brick it?” Arachne asked as she bent to pick up the little white rectangle. She tapped the only button on the front. “It wants a password.”

“302”

Arachne let out a short snort as she typed it in. “Who am I contacting?”

“Turner.”

“Martina Turner?”

NO ZAGAN

“I still can’t sense him. I can handle Catherine if she shows up.” Arachne stared down at the brick, looking for Turner.

Too many buttons.

Password was easy. Self explanatory. After entering the password, the screen changed. There were so many buttons. Moving a finger to the side only made more.

None of them said Turner.

Arachne glanced over at Eva. She would be fine after some time. At least as long as her self healing worked itself out.

No. Assistance would be for the alchemist. Arachne wasn’t entirely sure what the effects of fire on humans was, but the blackened and cracked skin couldn’t be good. He was talking and conscious, so it shouldn’t be too bad.

In the end, what did Arachne care?

He wasn’t her master. He wasn’t her master’s master.

Arachne was about to toss the brick over her shoulder when the blood buzzed in front of her face.

CALL

With a sigh, Arachne knelt down next to the fallen Alchemist. “Wayne Lurcher,” Arachne said quietly.

“Did she not answer?”

“Um. Yes. That is correct. She did not answer.”

The blood swirled in front of Arachne to form a frown on an eyeless face.

“I mean, I might have called the wrong person.” Arachne grit her teeth together. “Walk me through it to ensure I did it properly.”

If the stupid human had been in any shape to laugh, Arachne was sure he would have. He let out a loud cough before getting to the directions as it was.

A mocking cough.

Most humans were beneath Arachne’s notice. Few could harm her, much less kill her. The nuns knowing how to banish her was an inconvenience that didn’t matter so long as she had a beacon active. Many annoyed her, especially those that surrounded Eva, but some well placed stress relief could manage most negative inclinations towards them.

Never before had she wanted so much to stick her fingers into a human’s heart and crush it in her grip.

Arachne restrained herself as–through her efforts–Martina Turner’s voice picked up on the small brick.

“Wayne? You said you’d call me when you got there. What–”

“He is burnt. He needs help at Zoe Baxter’s house.”

“You’re not Wayne,” the voice said. “What did you do to him?”

“As much as I want to, nothing. Yet. You better hurry with someone who can fix burns. He’s all charred and his skin is cracked. Boils and pus leaking everywhere.”

“Who is this?”

Arachne sighed. Tell her or no? Whatever. Maybe this would finally force Eva away from the academy and away from Zagan. “Arachne,” she said.

“Eva’s demon? Why would you attack Zoe? What happened to the other demons? Catherine says they’re gone.”

“I killed the two demons who were attacking. Wayne was injured in the process. Send help for him or not, I don’t care.”

Arachne crushed the tiny brick in her claws before any more annoying queries could be directed at her.

Wayne let out a short cough as the bits of plastic rained down to the ground. “Someone’s coming then?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. I told her. If I continued talking, I would have ended up stabbing you to death.”

“Me?”

“You. You’re the only thing available to stab in the immediate vicinity.”

The alchemist fell silent and resumed his shallow breathing.

Arachne started back towards Eva before she froze. “I’ll be back in one moment,” she said.

Sprinting full tilt, Arachne grabbed the container of eyes off the ground and ran straight back to Eva.

“Look what I have!”

HA HA

“Ah, you won’t be able to make those jokes soon enough. Surely there is blood inside these, surely you can tell what they are.”

EYES

“That’s correct.” Arachne grinned down at the immobile girl. “As long as you’re lying around not doing anything–”

CONCENTRATING ON HEALING

“And you don’t have to stop that. You didn’t think about your arms or legs at all when we swapped them over, did you? But these things will go bad if we don’t do something with them soon.”

The blood in the air condensed into a bubbling sphere.

“If you delay, we’ll be back to searching for a demon to barter with.”

That got the blood moving. QUALITY OF SIGHT

“I haven’t tried them myself.” Arachne tried to keep the deadpan out of her voice. “But they’re vertically slit pupils. You’ll have fine control over the light entering your eyes thanks to your horizontal eyelids. They don’t look human at all. All the whites are black and the colored part is bright red. Or it was, it dulled somewhat when I detached them.”

TIME TO WAIT?

“I have no idea. They were only severed from the carnivean ten minutes ago. If they start to decompose, it will likely be painful, dangerous, or even impossible to transplant them.”

“You’re doing an eye transplant here?” Wayne said with a small cough. “Skipping sterility? Anesthetics?”

Arachne didn’t deign to answer the human. She could sense the lesser succubus moving towards their group. He would be out of her tendrils soon enough.

Keeping an eye on the bubbling mass of blood was far more interesting.

Eventually, the blood coalesced into a decision.

DO IT

“Gladly.”

Arachne plucked the headband from Eva’s face with a snip of her fingers. Carefully moving her fingers to Eva’s eyelids, Arachne inspected the insides.

It didn’t look too bad. Arachne never saw Eva cleaning out the sockets, but perhaps she managed using blood magic to obliterate any dust and debris.

“I’ll need to make fresh cuts for the new eyes to attach to.”

ALREADY SAID: DO IT

Arachne wasn’t one to argue. Using all of her legs, Arachne held Eva still–she couldn’t have her squirming in pain and dislodging the knife in her chest–and made two quick cuts in each eye.

Licking the small amount of blood off her fingertips, Arachne said, “alright. Putting in the new eyes now. The carnivean was much smaller than you, so they should slip right in.”

TOO SMALL?

“Your hands and, presumably, your legs are shrinking to fit your body size. I imagine they would grow even if they were too small.”

PROCEED

Arachne pulled out the first eye. A brief blow of air hopefully brushed off more dust than it added. She tried not to breathe a sigh of relief when the eye slid into place just as Arachne said it would. She hadn’t been entirely sure on that.

Cutting away at the bone around Eva’s eye sockets was terrifying and appealing all at the same time, but not something Arachne particularly wanted to do.

Eva might banish her to the prison again.

The second eye slid in as easily as the first. Arachne quickly oriented each eye with the slits vertical. She wasn’t sure if it mattered–they hadn’t been precise with either the hands or legs and both turned out fine–but she wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. Eyes were far more delicate than arms.

Of course, they might be upside down. It was hard to tell.

“Starting to join them to you,” Arachne said.

Arachne started channeling her magic.

It was an odd feeling. A foreign feeling. She didn’t like it. Magic never worked properly around her. Some side effect of starting her existence as a human, she was sure. Other demons got by without much problem, even if they relied on their own abilities most of the time.

All Arachne had for demonic powers was the ability to shapeshift. An incredibly common ability among demons. It could never match up to something like Zagan or even the jezebeth.

Luckily, all that seemed unrelated to the grafting of limbs.

The hands had succeeded. The legs had succeeded. Arachne wasn’t about to fail her Eva now. The eyes would succeed.

Unlike the hands or legs, Arachne couldn’t actually see them connect. The only indication that it was working were the winces Eva made.

Arachne had to hold her Eva in place as a slight tremor ran through her body. As soon as the tremor ceased, Eva’s new eyes lit up with a brilliant red light.

The flow of magic ceased as Arachne pulled back from Eva.

IT WORKED?

“You tell me. Can you see?”

COLORS OFF

“Off? You’re colorblind?” There was a slight sinking feeling in Arachne’s stomach. She couldn’t have her Eva running around with imperfect eyes. They would do until a new donor could be found, but Arachne doubted she’d be keen on having them cut out again.

NOT COLORBLIND

WILL GET USED TO

“Oh. Good.” Arachne made a note to press for details when Eva was up to talking at length. Speaking of that. “How is your dagger issue coming?”

HEART ALMOST

LUNG HEALS QUICKER

DONE IT BEFORE

AND LESS SENSITIVE

The ball of blood scrunched up into a bubbling ball before spreading out again.

CATHERINE HERE

Arachne nodded to Eva as she stood up. She could feel it as well. Taking a protective position over Eva, Arachne directed her gaze in the direction the blood arrow indicated. She doubted the pathetic lust demon would be able to get through Eva’s shield in any reasonable amount of time, but Arachne would protect her master no matter what.

Not that the demon was supposed to be their enemy.

Was it too much to hope that the succubus would try to attack?

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“There,” Arachne said.

Not that she needed to say anything. Eva could feel the flames from a block away. Particles of blood started vanishing from her control as they neared the inferno.

“See anyone?”

“They’re still around.” Arachne’s long tongue darted out of her mouth to run across her lips. “I can almost taste them.”

“Don’t get eager. If it looks like a trap, we’re running.”

Eva focused on her blood sense. It wouldn’t help if the demons had a trick like Ylva in sunlight, but it was the best she had. She would have to rely on Arachne for anything else.

The demon had been overexcited the entire way over. She shifted to full Arachne-mode the moment they got away from the dorms. Her smile hadn’t left her face since. Eight eyes still trumped no eyes; Eva could only hope she’d use them effectively.

“Zagan?” Eva asked. “Catherine?”

“Can’t sense Zagan at all. I’d say the succubus is a good distance away in the direction of your school.”

“Right.”

No Zagan was good. He wouldn’t be able to show up and blame Eva. Or show up and attack Eva in the event that he was behind it.

“Can you put out that fire with all that fancy magic you insisted on staying at school and learning? I feel like the demons are inside.”

It was a lot of fire. She couldn’t actually see it, but Eva couldn’t imagine much of the house would be left. Eva shrugged. “I can try. Before that,” Eva froze one of the ten orbiting spheres of Arachne’s blood. It formed the pattern for a shield in mid-air.

With a clap of her fingers, a dome appeared in Eva’s vision. Arachne was only half in it, but it was formed with her blood. It wouldn’t hurt her at all.

“I thought you graduated from clapping.”

“Standing around for half an hour while I concentrate doesn’t seem like a good idea at the moment.”

Eva ignored Arachne’s half-laugh as she raised her arms in front of her, aimed at the house. She doubted it was necessary, but someone with a wand would have it pointed towards the house.

Extinguishing flames had been a big part of her final exam. It was also the first thing taught. A pyrokinetic being unable to control the flames they create could only create disaster.

Those tests were in controlled environments. Half the time, the flames were created by Eva herself. They were far easier to control than natural fire, but even that was limited to a few logs in a dedicated fire pit.

Not an entire house.

Every inch she managed to reclaim from the fire just burst into even more flames the moment she tried to move on to the next area. It was too hot. Too much fire around to reignite the ready to burn wood.

Eva wiped a forehead of sweat onto her shoulder as she continued concentrating.

I can do this. It just needs more power.

“Oh, I think it is working,” Arachne said. She actually sounded somewhat impressed.

Eva couldn’t bask in the praise. “No talking unless you’re learning magic and helping.” Sparing concentration on the demon would lead to relapse.

A tingling spread through her fingers as more and more magic built up. She could feel the flames dampening and receding. The entire house slowly died down. Eva would have blinked in surprise had her blindfold and eye situation been different. No new flames cropped up. No spontaneous recombustion.

It didn’t feel as natural as it should have, but Eva couldn’t complain about the results.

Cool September air crept over her without the flames to keep it at bay. Eva allowed a small smile to cross her face as the heat dampened. “And that’s–”

“Pathetic,” a voice grunted from behind Eva.

Eva cursed herself for letting her concentration lapse. Arachne apparently felt the same if her sudden hiss was any indication.

Whirling around, Eva launched three orbs of blood as another two began to form a wire frame ball.

Ice cold air exploded throughout the street. Her blood orbs flew through empty space. Arachne barreled through the area a moment too late.

“Spencer,” he growled. His voice had moved off to another side. “I should have expected you two.”

Eva mentally narrowed her eyes as she turned to face the alchemist. “Wayne Lurcher. You almost died.”

The blood she’d sent out returned to orbiting her. Her wire frame ball pulled back into two separate orbs.

“Touching you care,” he said with a scoff. “What did you do with Zoe?”

“First,” Eva said with a gesture towards the charred house, “I had nothing to do with that except to extinguish the fire.”

I extinguished it. You might as well have been pissing on it for all the good you did. Where’s Zoe?”

Eva frowned. Stealing credit for her hard work? How dare he. Though that would explain the unnatural feeling, Eva thought with a mental sigh.

“Zoe is safe and fine with only minor injuries.” Probably “She’s at my prison with Juliana, Shalise, and Juliana’s father. They’re keeping an eye on her.”

Wayne twitched. A snarl crossed his face for an instant before he returned to a more placid expression. “Key me into your wards,” he said.

“Even if I wanted you to have access to the safety of my home, I can’t. Need to deal with the demons that caused this in the first place.” Eva faced the demon slowly creeping towards Wayne. “Arachne, are they still here?”

The spider-demon gave Wayne a growl before turning to Eva. “Still nearby and in the direction of the house.”

“Some of your friends get off their chain?”

“You’re so distrustful,” Eva said with an aside glance towards Wayne.

“I accepted what you said about Zoe at face value.”

Eva raised one eyebrow at that. “Well, they’re no friends of mine. You going to help out? If not, leave before you get caught in the middle.”

“Or fight us,” Arachne said with a feral smile. “Though you look too old to last long.”

“Demons first, Arachne. Then we can posture all we want.”

Wayne paid no attention to their byplay. He focused solely on the husk of a house. “What are we up against?”

“Two demons.”

“One strong. The other is,” Arachne gave a small sniff, “odd.”

“Odd?”

“If you want to know more, run in and ask.”

“Reinforcements?”

“None for us,” Eva said. “Not unless you have some favors to call in.”

A terse grunt answered her. “Plan?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Arachne said. “Run inside and say, ‘come out, it’s time to play,’ and then tear them into so many pieces that they’ll be spending centuries putting themselves back together in the void.”

“Sounds terrible.”

“Maybe more subtle than that,” Eva said as she reclaimed the unused blood from her shield. “I’d rather avoid entering. Zoe’s house can’t be structurally sound after that fire. If Arachne starts plowing through walls…”

“Draw them out then? What are they doing inside?”

“Searching for something?”

“While it was on fire?”

“Probably immune,” Arachne said.

“The stereotype of a flame and lava filled Hell is mostly inaccurate,” Eva elaborated, “but demons having an affinity for fire isn’t.”

“For the most part. A good dedicated fire will still hurt. And things like your pet hel might–”

“We’re getting off track,” Wayne said.

Arachne sneered at Wayne before her expression froze. Her face twisted to a wide grin as she crawled towards the house. “I agree. Less talk, more tearing! Some things in there have far too many limbs.”

Eva ran to catch up. Ten orbs of blood followed after her.

Wayne trailed along behind. His head swiveled around as he looked for any threat that might jump out.

That was fine with Eva. Having someone else to watch their backs wasn’t unwelcome. Unless he was as useless in combat as Devon.

The house entered her range of vision. Two creatures within stood just behind the walls.

One was large and round with no protruding head. Not quite Arachne’s size, but large enough to make Eva wonder how it got through the door without bringing the house down. She couldn’t get a good read on its fangs without sending a possibly noticeable amount of blood in its direction, but it definitely had fangs in each of its three mouths.

Flecks of blood that neared its hands burnt away. Both were either on fire or hot enough to destroy Eva’s blood.

The shorter one was somewhere around half Eva’s height. It had fairly normal proportions for a human. Its hair was distinctly inhuman, however. Each strand was as thick as Eva’s arm and contained part of the creature’s circulatory system. Two larger tentacles hung down on either side of the creature’s head.

They stood together, making gestures at one another with their respective limbs. Arguing? Or just talking to one another?

“Stop,” Eva said.

Arachne froze at the edge of the property. The spider-demon half-snarled at Eva. The snarl ended with a soft sigh. “Come on. I can taste them.”

“They’re talking just inside,” Eva said as she crept past the sulking demon.

The wall was only partially intact. Eva’s blood particles mapped out a rendition of it in her mind. The roof took most of the damage, but the walls still looked somewhat like swiss cheese.

She ran up and crouched next to a less damaged section. Voices filtered through the wall just loud enough for her to hear.

“–of the Damned,” rumbled a deep, feminine voice.

“Doesn’t count,” a higher pitched voice squeaked. “Woman wasn’t wearing it.”

“Do you think that matters? If she ever wore it even for a moment–”

“Who cares. Now we have it. It is what the master wanted, right?”

Three orbs of blood merged together and formed a lithe snake. It slithered through a burnt out section of the wall. Keeping it out of the creatures’ eyesight, Eva directed it right next to the smaller of the creatures.

A loud groan followed a smack of flesh on flesh. “It would probably kill master if he put it on,” the voice spat. “Then again, maybe we should…”

“Encourage him to put it on?” A high-pitched squeal of glee echoed through the burnt out room.

“Plot against master later. Worry about the fires being gone and the demon outside.”

“Doesn’t matter. They can’t find us.”

Eva frowned at that. She was pretty sure she found them.

In an instant, the blood snaked up the demon’s leg. Two rings formed at the base of either. With a clap of her hands, the rings detonated.

The screams of pain or anger and the collapsing of a legless demon body never came. As soon as her blood rings obliterated, the circulatory system shimmered out of existence. A second body materialized one step to the side.

Only a small chunk the size of a finger was missing from the leg closest to where her blood rings were.

Impossible. The rings detonated at the same time, all at once. It wasn’t any faster on one side or the other.

“You fool,” the deeper voice said, “I almost lost my leg. Why did you make that thing so close?”

“It’s easier the closer it is.”

“Idiot.” The tentacled demon’s head turned to face exactly where Eva crouched behind the wall. “Change of plans,” she said.

Eva didn’t wait to find out what the new plan was. She could guess easy enough.

The coiled muscles in Eva’s legs sprung her from the building to the edge of the property. She landed just between Arachne and Wayne.

“Sneak attack failed,” Eva said.

The moment she spoke, the wall exploded outwards in a flurry of splinters and glass.

Both demons stood in the opening as the dust cleared.

“A jezebeth and a carnivean,” Arachne said. “The big one makes illusions. Don’t let the little one grab you.” Arachne jumped into the air with a mad cackle. All of her legs propelled her massive body towards the demons.

She tried to land on top of the smaller demon.

Its tentacles shot out and gripped her legs. Using a few extra tentacles to brace against the ground, the smaller demon managed to slow Arachne down just inches from its head.

Arachne wasn’t deterred. Her body reabsorbed her legs, leaving her massive abdomen to swing down.

Her body connected with the demon with force to spare. It flew back into the home.

Arachne grew her legs back before she hit the ground and ran into the house after the demon.

Throughout the confrontation, the jezebeth cowered away from both the carnivean and Arachne. Soon enough, it vanished and reappeared several feet away, running slowly on its short legs.

“We take the big one then?” Wayne asked with a grunt.

“I suppose so,” Eva said. A wire frame ball of blood was already forming in front of her. “When I hit the little one inside, it disappeared and revealed what I assume was the real one. Make sure there is no illusion and I’ll make sure it has a very bad day.”

A shield formed at Eva’s command. Illusion was a poorly defined ability. Eva wasn’t about to risk thinking she was safe when the many mouthed creature actually had its jaws around her. She sent her blood orbs onto slightly random orbits. If it could do illusions of anything, it wouldn’t do to think she grabbed blood when there was nothing there. Eva knew how the orbits ran, hopefully it would have trouble replicating them.

Wayne wasted no time. As Eva straightened out her blood situation, he swung his heavy tome around and unleashed a massive wall of flame. While she couldn’t see the fire directly and most of the heat failed to penetrate her shield, she could vaguely sense where it was with pyrokinesis.

That and all of her blood flecks in its path burnt out.

Part of it washed over her shield on its way towards the house. Eva idly added a spare orb to the shield to keep it fueled as she concentrated on the circulatory system of the large demon.

The fire wall hit the demon with some force. It knocked back into the wall of the house. The demon’s veins twisted and burnt.

The entire thing vanished. It shimmered the same way the smaller demon had disappeared in the house.

Eva kept her concentration up, looking for the real one. She could see a good distance. Most of the house was well within her range. Arachne was missing a leg, but had somehow managed to tie a few of the carnivean’s tentacles together.

Wayne stood off to one side. Fire danced around him in a ring, giving him something of a shield as well. He scanned the entire yard just as intently as Eva searched for blood.

Yet the jezebeth remained missing.

“Did it run?” Eva asked.

“Flames are moving wrong.”

Eva pulled out her dagger and jammed it into her upper arm. “Where at?” she asked as she formed a second wire ball out of her own blood–she wasn’t going to use Arachne’s blood on a chance.

“Ten feet in our direction from the main window.”

Keeping one hand hovering over Arachne’s blood, Eva plunged her other claw into her blood ball. A massive version of her claw formed out of blood just in front of the indicated location. It dripped and felt unstable. It wouldn’t pierce or pack much of a punch, but Eva swiped it across ground anyway.

And it hit. A large demon cried out a high-pitched curse as the claw hit.

Eva immediately plunged her hand into Arachne’s blood.

A second claw appeared just above where the demon stood. It dropped down and squeezed.

Each needle of her blood claw punctured into the ball-shaped demon like a pencil into an overripe tomato.

Wayne added in a twisting tornado of fire right on top of it.

An uncontrollable grin spread across Eva’s face as it screamed and writhed under her grip.

All three of its mouths opened wide. It roared out a high-pitched squeal.

Eva’s blood claw disintegrated instantly. She pulled her hand from the scorching hot wire frame ball. Sear marks lined her carapace where the blood had touched her.

Her shield wavered, but held. Another orb of blood became fuel as Eva put together a new wire frame ball.

The creature vanished again.

Only one orb of Arachne’s blood remained in its orbit.

Not enough, Eva thought. She stabbed herself again, pulling her own blood into orbit. I should have drained Arachne dry.

There were still five vials of blood in her satchel, but those were emergency only.

“We injured it,” Wayne said. “It shouldn’t–”

The human circulatory system to Eva’s side twisted. It moved similar to Arachne when she changed forms. Every vein expanded outwards until a fleshy balloon replaced what had been Wayne. The balloon rippled into a car sized monster.

A monster with three mouths.

Another few flecks of blood in the air incinerated as fire engulfed its hands.

Just an illusion, Eva thought as it turned to her. She hardened several spheres of her own blood into a spear. Not wanting to hurt Wayne, Eva lightly jabbed the creature with the spear.

The spear stuck a quarter-inch into its stomach. No passing right through the illusion. No shimmering away into Wayne.

The three mouths opened and roared.

Its flaming fist slammed down into Eva’s shield.

Hard.

Eva dropped the last free orb of Arachne’s blood into her shield. She doubted its ability to hold up to two more hits. Especially when combined with its roar. The part of her spear that left her shield completely disintegrated at the noise.

Acting fast, Eva shouted out, “I hope you aren’t there Wayne Lurcher!”

She clasped her hands together with the wire ball between them. Both claws vanished beneath the surface.

Two of her blood claws appeared on either side of the demon.

And crushed inwards.

Eva kept a small hole in her hands where Wayne had been standing, just in case.

The demon was far larger than Wayne. Plenty to tear, rend, and destroy.

One claw gripped and twisted.

Veins twisted and tore as its body split in two.

Like pulling apart a sandwich cookie to get at the creme filling, the demon came apart.

Its viscous blood dribbled out of its halves.

The entire thing shimmered away.

Wayne lay face down in its place. Part of his face and chest were burnt, but he was otherwise not twisted and pulled apart.

I knew it, Eva thought with a small amount of relief. She didn’t have time to check on Wayne. The real demon shimmered into being on the opposite side of her.

Its fist connected with Eva’s shield just as she spun the remains of her spear.

With a hard thrust, it stuck into one of the demon’s gaping maws.

Eva wasted no time in clapping her hands.

The spear exploded into oblivion, taking a large chunk of the demon with it.

Not enough.

It roared once more, shaking away the last of Eva’s shield.

Two of her vials popped open and the blood within launched at each of the remaining mouths.

Eva clapped her hands. Two massive holes appeared within the demon.

It slumped to the ground, honey-like blood soaking into the ground.

She let out a soft sigh. What an annoying enemy, Eva thought as she turned towards Wayne.

“Ah, what a mess.” The rumbling feminine voice echoed over the lawn. “And you failed to kill either of them.”

The tentacled demon kicked a head out over the yard.

It rolled to a stop at Eva’s feet.

Eight eyes stared up at her with a mouth frozen in a painful grimace.

The demon let out a long, hard laugh.

It laughed and laughed until Eva couldn’t help herself.

A stream of giggles erupted from her mouth. The carnivean stopped mid-laugh and stared. Eva didn’t care. She wasn’t done yet.

Eva continued laughing as she gripped her dagger. With a final laugh, Eva jammed it into her stomach.

She had to fight to suppress the wince. Her arms had built up a sort of tolerance to the constant cuts over the years. Not so with her stomach. But it was a much larger pool of blood–blood she’d need.

As much blood as Eva could pull without becoming debilitating formed a solid ring around her. She opened the remaining three vials of Arachne’s blood and set the spheres orbiting her head.

With a hard kick of her demonic legs, Eva sent Arachne’s head flying. She gave her widest, most maniacal grin to the carnivean with a cocked head.

As if she would die without a smile on her face.

No. Arachne was fine. Winning even. The amount of tentacles still attached to the carnivean’s head was rapidly dwindling. Arachne’s hand might be held on by nothing more than tendons, but the rest of her injuries looked minor at best.

The carnivean certainly did not look half as cocky as its illusion.

This was another trick by the jezebeth.

It failed to understand the range of Eva’s sight. Or perhaps failed to erase Arachne and the real carnivean due to their fight. Whatever the case, it failed.

Eva was willing to bet her shield was even still up. Otherwise she’d likely be dead by now. No. It was distracting her. Using up her blood. Possibly while fighting Wayne for real.

Now, how to find it.

She knew of several wide area blood rituals. Something she wished she had committed to memory. Even if she had, Wayne was likely in the area.

If she had some of its blood; Eva knew several quick and dirty rituals to use with the blood of an enemy. Carlos wasn’t wrong about keeping blood out of other people’s hands.

Eva glanced down at the fake corpse of the jezebeth. Not insignificant amounts of blood stained the ground. It wouldn’t work. Not unless that wasn’t an illusion and the demon was merely pretending to be dead.

No harm trying. It was a better idea than standing around waiting.

Eva moved to the edge of where her shield would be if she could still perceive it. Keeping as much of herself within the boundary as she could, Eva quickly swiped the tip of her dagger through the pool of thick blood.

The blood felt off as Eva pulled a large sphere of it in front of her. Whether that feeling was from an illusion or the unusual viscosity of the liquid was hard to say.

The carnivean stepped closer to Eva. “That won’t help,” she said. “Your demon is dead. Your friend is dead. And I am going to pluck your legs off like a child plucks the wings off of flies.”

“Good luck with that,” Eva said.

The ball of blood was already spinning in her palm. Some of her own blood wrapped around the ball in three thin rings. Her blood started heating up as it constricted around the main sphere.

“You are a pathetic creature,” the demon’s voice rumbled. She walked closer and closer until she stopped a mere arm’s length away from where Eva’s shield should be. “Neither here nor there. Everyone you know is using you for their own purposes. Your demon never cared about you. Your friends are going to betray you. Your–”

“I find it hard to believe that Arachne lost to someone who can’t shut up. Did you talk her head off?”

The false demon growled as it started walking around Eva’s shield. Despite Eva’s belief that her shield did exist, she couldn’t help but feel nauseous under the carnivean’s hungry glare. All of her instincts screamed to either run or bring up a new shield.

Only three orbs of Arachne’s blood orbited her head. Eva would need every one of them in a few moments.

She spared the remainder of her own blood to form into a shield. It wasn’t strong and wouldn’t stop much. Hopefully it would soak enough hits for Eva to escape if needed.

The jezebeth’s blood was starting to boil. The rest of the blood on the ground started boiling with the ball in her hands.

Eva smiled as a faint scream started ringing in her ears.

The illusion of the carnivean shimmered. It didn’t disappear, just a flicker. It twisted its face into a grimace.

“Fool.”

Eva blinked.

Her shield was gone. Broken. Drained instantly.

All the blood around her–her own, Arachne’s, and the jezebeth’s–all dropped out of the air. It splashed against the ground.

Two stinging spots appeared just beneath her breasts. Hot liquid ran down her stomach.

“Wha–”

Blood spewed from Eva’s mouth as she started coughing.

She couldn’t breathe.

Eva tipped backwards, falling against the ground. Two tentacles wrenched themselves from her chest with an audible squelch.

She couldn’t understand. The real demon was still fighting Arachne.

No. Both of the fighters within the house, Arachne and the other copy of the carnivean, shimmered out of existence.

Eva tried to scream.

Blood gurgled in her throat.

Her lungs were filling with blood. Both had massive chunks taken out of them.

Even her heart suffered damage. One chamber was open and spilling.

She’d bleed out if her heart didn’t fail completely.

Clouds started forming in her thoughts. The blood to her brain, the shock, the drowning in her own vita. All of it added up.

Mustering the last of her rapidly dwindling strength, Eva swung her arm into her own chest.

A void dagger pierced her heart.

Eva concentrated as hard as she could. Focused on one task. She had to force her blood to move properly. She had to drain her lungs.

She had to repair the damage.

Before the demon thought to finish her off.

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Eva coiled the muscles in her legs and jumped off from the ground. She soared through the air, free from the tethers of gravity for a scant few seconds. When gravity finally reasserted itself, Eva fell only a few inches.

Her bare feet impacted the top of the sandstone wall. It was a very light impact–Eva had plenty of practice getting the jump just high enough–but as light as it was, it still caused some of the sandstone to crumble. One of the walls had partially collapsed from Arachne climbing over it while in her largest form.

Something to look into reinforcing at a later date. Carving runes would strengthen it, but the time and effort required to reinforce the entire prison was no laughing matter.

Maybe she could pay Juliana to go around using her earth magic to reinforce the entire place.

Eva dropped off the fifteen foot wall to the interior of her prison. She took stock of the entire prison using her expanded senses within her own blood wards. Nothing seemed out of place.

Hopefully it would stay that way as long as Carlos was inside.

Speaking of, Eva thought. She marched over to the main gate and activated the opening mechanism. Heavy metal bars slowly lifted up to grant entrance to her guests of the night.

Arachne had turned back to her humanoid form since Eva left her. She strutted in with a confident grin on her face, as if she owned the place. Putting on a show for the guests. She certainly had the presence to pull a sultry gait off when the mood struck her.

Hot on the demon’s heels bounced in Shalise. Her head darted left and right in wonder as the prison opened up before her.

Eva wasn’t entirely sure why; the prison wasn’t anything special to look at. At least not around the exterior entrance. But, it was her first time. Eva supposed she shouldn’t fault the excited girl.

Most of Shalise’s excitement likely came from simply being at the prison. Eva invited her on a whim, for the most part. Thus far, her excuses for not bringing Shalise along had been transportation issues. Eva couldn’t use, nor was she willing to attempt, her method of teleporting on others. Zoe adamantly refused to bring another person into ‘this mess’ on the rare occasions she could be persuaded to bring Juliana over.

Convincing Arachne to carry Shalise in her arms wasn’t easy. Juliana and her father rode on Arachne’s back, but they were the whole purpose of walking to the prison instead of Eva teleporting herself and Arachne. In her eyes, Shalise was unneeded baggage.

Carlos Rivas had one bony hand gripped tight on his daughter’s shoulder. They walked in together with the father scanning everything that he could see through his thick glasses, keeping a protective eye out for anything that might harm Juliana. He only released his daughter when he came to a stop in front of Eva.

“That was an interesting experience,” he said. He pulled off his glasses and wiped them down on a corner of his shirt. “Will we be returning in the, ah, same manner?” His eyes darted over Arachne for just a moment as Carlos set his glasses back on his nose.

“Devon, my mentor in magic before Brakket, has a truck. However, I doubt he’d be willing to use it.” Eva gave him a sympathetic shrug.

She hadn’t seen Carlos with her eyes. Eva couldn’t tell his age by sensing his blood. Genoa looked to be in her early fifties, so he should be somewhat similar. Even if he wasn’t feeling the effects of age, riding on Arachne’s back was far less comfortable than being carried.

“If he is even around, that is.”

“Well, it isn’t that big of a deal. I’m hearty enough to survive a return trip.” He took his eyes off Eva and glanced around. “When you said ‘prison’ earlier, I must confess that I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Not an actual prison. Some version of Hell flashed through my mind first.”

“And you still decided to jump on Arachne’s back?”

Carlos’ hand clapped on Juliana’s shoulder once again. “I trust my daughter. Besides, passing up a chance to ride on the back of a demon? Too fascinating to ignore.”

Arachne made a small huffing noise.

“Genoa always tells me I’ve no self-preservation instinct and my beloved wife is never wrong. At least not while she’s in earshot.” He gave a light, wheezy laugh. “Anyway, you live here?”

“It is a sort of second home. Come,” Eva gestured down the path, “let’s get inside. Most of the place is empty. Arachne and I have renovated one of the buildings, Devon has taken over the top floor of another building. One other building is in use.”

Eva brought the group across the prison grounds until they reached the entrance to the women’s ward. She bit her lip as she turned to Carlos. This part had the potential to be worse than the demons.

“I’ll need a drop of blood,” Eva said. “The wards use blood to decide who to allow in. You too, Shalise.”

Shalise merely nodded. She’d been warned beforehand.

Carlos didn’t nod. His eyes widened and his heart rate jumped a few notches. “Blood?” He shot a quick glance towards his daughter. “You can do some awful things with someone’s blood.”

“I assure you that I have no such intentions. If you’d like, I can destroy it when we’re done tonight.”

“I did it and I’m fine,” Juliana said. “You’ve trusted her this far.”

Carlos stared at his daughter for a few moments before he shook his head. “You need to be extremely careful about letting others get some of your blood. Especially willingly. There is magic in intention.”

Just when Eva was about to offer a different location, Carlos sighed. “What do you need me to do?”

Eva held out two vials and drew her old crystal dagger. It still lacked a bloodstone and therefore wouldn’t raise any uncomfortable questions about that subject. “Just a few drops from each of you. We’ve got potions inside to cure small wounds.”

Carlos stepped forward and ran his thumb along the dagger’s edge. Five drops fell into the vial. Eva capped it off and turned to Shalise.

Her heart pounded against her chest as she slowly reached a finger out. Three times she drew her hand back to her chest and had to take a deep, calming breath before trying again. Eva could feel her eyebrow twitching as Shalise pulled back for the fourth time.

“It’s just a shallow cut that will be healed in a few seconds. You’ve had far worse.”

“I-I know. I j-just…”

“Do you want Juliana to hold your hand?”

“T-that–”

“Or perhaps Arachne?”

The spider-demon’s grin grew three sizes in that moment. She took a menacing step forward.

Shalise reached out and swiped her finger across the knife blade. In her panicked state, she may have cut a bit deeper than necessary. It wouldn’t matter once she had healed up.

“Arachne, potions for our guests while I register the blood with the ward.” Eva turned back to Carlos and Shalise. “It’ll be just a minute.” She took a step to follow after Arachne when a thought occurred to Eva. “Don’t wander,” she said. “There are more wards that aren’t mine around here. Juliana should know her way around well enough, but if you ever find yourself alone here, don’t enter any building you know you haven’t been in before.”

Shalise gave a few eager nods with her finger in her mouth.

Carlos frowned slightly but nodded anyway. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Hurrying towards her task, Eva all but ran up to the entrance of her home. Her void metal dagger was out of its sheath the moment she stepped inside and out of view from the waiting guests. Both vials of blood tipped downwards to pour out the contents.

As soon as the blood touched her bloodstone socketed dagger, Eva felt it fall under her control. Two small beads of blood hovered in front of Eva’s face before she flicked her wrist. Both beads flew off into her room to join the already-in-place ward scheme.

She waited an extra few seconds for Arachne to return with two potions in hand.

“Remember,” Eva said, “best behavior. Even if he gets invasive. He is a research–”

“I know,” Arachne snapped. She actually let out a low growl as her teeth grit together. “I do not enjoy ferrying around these humans like some mule.” After a deep breath through her nose, Arachne unclenched her claws and her smile became more natural. For her. It still looked like she wanted to bite somebody’s head off. “I’ll play nice. Just remember your promise.”

Eva rubbed her own gloved hand against Arachne’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. I remember.”

Plucking the vials from Arachne’s grip, the two headed back outside.

“Here, drink,” Eva said as she offered the vials to Carlos and Shalise. “Those will get you fixed up. Now, if you start feeling tingly, something went wrong with adding you to the wards. If the tingle turns to pain, run back out here immediately.”

“You do know what you’re doing, right?”

“I don’t expect any complication. Still, no sense in being unprepared.

“In any case,” Eva swung an arm out towards her building, “welcome to my home.”

Carlos froze as he entered into the common room. His jaw dropped slightly as he looked around. Shalise and Juliana had similar expressions on their faces.

Good, Eva thought. She and Arachne had spent several hours cleaning and preparing over the weeks since Juliana first mentioned meeting with her father. Eva spent even more hours listening to Arachne’s complaints. It was nice to know that her hard work had paid off.

Higher quality furniture had replaced Eva’s old couches, chairs, and table. The metal bars on all the doors had been replaced with wooden doors. The cinder-block walls had a fresh coat of paint. Everburn candles lit the room from their holders.

A brand new floor rug lay beneath all the furniture. This one was big enough to completely cover the treatment ritual circle still drawn underneath.

It was a shame that Eva couldn’t enjoy most of the changes. The comfort of the new furniture was the limit of her perception.

Arachne was in charge of the color coordination and general layout of everything. Managing anything of the sort while blind was near impossible.

It seemed she did a reasonable job. Shalise’s gaping mouth turned into a smile at some point as she looked around. If she smiled, it couldn’t have wound up as anything too terrible.

“My room,” Eva said with a point towards one of the wooden doors. It sported a little metal plaque with her name engraved in. “Don’t go in. The wards within are separate from the ones out here and will react violently to people who are not Arachne or myself.”

Carlos nodded to himself. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it without a sound.

“How violently?” Shalise asked.

“Well, if you stick an arm in my room, you probably won’t be getting it back.”

“Oh.”

“Seems excessive,” Carlos said with a small frown.

“My room has things in it that shouldn’t ever find their way into untrustworthy people’s hands,” Eva said with a shrug. “Like with the main building, there is a brief period of pain as a warning, though the length of the pain field is drastically smaller.”

“What have you got in there that requires such protection?”

“Books, mostly. Several of the ‘big’ books on demons. A handful of other miscellaneous items. All the books I stole from the necromancers are in there; I haven’t had a chance to sort through all the ones that are not extremely dangerous on account of my eyes being missing.” With an aside glance to Arachne, Eva stage whispered, “it is hard enough getting Arachne to read my schoolbooks to me.”

“Well,” Carlos said with a slight adjustment to his glasses, “that sounds responsible I suppose.”

Eva had a feeling he wanted to comment on whether or not Eva herself should be in possession of those books. Distracting from the topic, Eva moved on.

“Arachne’s room,” Eva pointed to another door with a plaque on it. “She doesn’t use it much, but similar idea, don’t go in.”

Continuing to point around the room, Eva listed off the library, potion storage, kitchens, bathroom, shower, gateway room, and a guest bedroom.

Carlos sat down in one of the chairs, directly across from Eva and next to Juliana. “This seems very nicely done, I can’t imagine it came with the place.”

“Devon has a truck, as I mentioned earlier. We’re sort of wealthy. It wasn’t difficult to get everything furnished.” An unrelated sentence, a lie, and a truthful statement.

Eva hadn’t the slightest idea where Arachne found all the furniture. Presumably, some furniture store who knew how far away was currently missing several display items off their store floor.

How she managed to transport the furniture was another mystery Eva doubted she’d ever bother solving.

“It helps that we’re not paying for the land or buildings. No utilities either, though magic fixes most of that problem. Technically we’re squatting,” Eva said with a shrug. “Nobody else has used it in a long time.”

A small smile grew on Carlos’ face. “I can’t fault that. Genoa and I have stayed in similar places, though never for as long. Juliana tells me you’ve had this place set up since you started school?”

“I first saw it last September,” Juliana said. “It was a lot messier back then.”

“And your mentor lives here as well?”

“Not here in this building. He remodeled the top floor of one of the cell houses into a sort of penthouse suite.”

“I see,” he said with a nod.

An awkward silence descended on the group for a few minutes. Carlos’ eyes were glued on Arachne the entire time. His daughter sat a bit stiffly but otherwise relaxed.

Shalise’s head bounced around the room as she looked over everything again and again. She had a bright smile on her face despite the room not being all that interesting.

Eva fought of a grin as she wondered how she would react to Ylva’s domain.

“So,” Carlos broke Eva out of her thoughts, “you’re Arachne.”

Arachne tilted her sharp chin up in the air. “You asked that before we arrived.”

It came out a bit terse. Eva rested her hand on Arachne’s arm as casually as she could.

“I mean: the Arachne. From Greek mythos.”

“I am.”

“And you were turned into a demon by the gods due to your hubris?”

Arachne scoffed. “It isn’t hubris if you can back it up. It is skill. Besides,” her mouth curled up into a sharp-toothed smile, “I outlived all those so-called ‘gods’ didn’t I? Hardly a punishment in the long run.”

“So you were human once?”

“No part of my humanity remains. The sorcerers who called themselves gods were quite thorough with their spell. I remember very little apart from the contest that I won.”

“Ah,” Carlos said softly. “I’m not a history researcher, but it seems a little sad we can’t hear firsthand experiences about our past. You don’t remember anything?”

“No.” Eva could see the muscles grind her teeth together as she spoke.

“Okay,” Carlos said. If he noticed Arachne’s rising irritation, he didn’t show it. “You’ve been living with my daughter for the last year, according to her.”

“I’ve been living with Eva.”

Carlos quirked an eyebrow with an aside glance to Eva.

Eva couldn’t do much besides shrug. “We have been living in the same dorm room, yes.”

“Me too,” Shalise said with a smile.

“I see.” Carlos turned to face the brown-haired girl. “And what is your opinion on your… living arrangements?”

“Well,” Shalise said after a moment of humming in thought, “it is okay I guess. I don’t know that I like having the center bed, but I can’t complain too much.”

In a slightly more serious tone, Shalise said, “if you are talking about Arachne… she was scary at first, but not so much anymore.” Arachne’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the girl. “She mostly keeps to Eva’s side of the room and barely talks to me. Of course, it is probably safer with her around what with how often our room gets broken into.”

Carlos slowly nodded. “Genoa almost had a heart attack when she heard a bunch of necromancers let loose zombies and again when Juliana was attacked.” He let out a soft sigh. “I digress. The real question is whether or not you have any problems with being so close to a demon.”

“Not at all.”

His eyebrows jumped up his forehead an inch or so. Probably in surprise at her sudden response.

Surprise welled up in Eva as well. Shalise didn’t even take a moment to think. That was even despite the nervous glances that Eva knew Shalise gave Arachne on occasion.

“She and Eva saved my life. I would be a zombie if it weren’t for the two of them.”

“I see. And Juli?”

Juliana shifted a bit beside her father before answering. “No problem here. I can’t say she saved my life, but she’s lived with us for over a year. It’d be somewhat hypocritical to object now.”

“Very well,” he said with a soft sigh. “And Eva? You don’t have any objections to living with her I take it?”

“Of course not. I’d have banished her if I did.”

“And Arachne?” Eva raised an eyebrow, she hadn’t expected him to question her. The thought made Eva a little scared at what Arachne might say in response. “Any objections to living with my daughter and Shalise?”

Her eight eyes glared at Carlos for a moment. Slowly, her head shifted towards Juliana and Shalise before returning to Carlos. “I don’t care. So long as they don’t hurt Eva.”

Eva let out a small sigh. There were probably worse answers to that question.

Carlos stared back at the demon. His eyes crawled over Arachne. Looking for deception, probably.

After a five-minute long staring contest, Carlos finally nodded. “You all know each other better than I do. I doubt a single night of conversation will change much.” He glanced down at his daughter. “Your mother is going to have a fit when she finds out.”

Juliana gave a small shiver. “But you’ll help calm her down. Right?”

Carlos chuckled. “I don’t think I have that much influence over an enraged Genoa, but I’ll try. For now…” He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small notebook and a pen. “Let’s get to the fun part.”

His gave Arachne a hungry look. “How do you reproduce? Can you reproduce? Are there more like you? What temperatures do you find most comfortable? What is Hell like? How much do you sleep at one time? How often? Do you even sleep? What about food and eating ha–”

Eva held up a gloved hand. She could see Arachne’s ire grow with every question. If he continued, she’d very likely tear out his tongue.

Not to mention the holes her claws were putting in the brand new couch.

“Before we do anything else, there’s one more thing.” Without waiting for any questions, Eva pulled off her gloves. She flexed out and fully extended her needle-like fingers.

Carlos sat and stared, his mouth fully agape. As soon as he recovered, he reached forward and gripped Eva’s hand in his own. He quickly set to work prodding, pinching, squeezing, flexing, folding, feeling, and generally making a nuisance of himself.

“May I?” He said with a glance towards Arachne.

He actually asked her, Eva thought with a mental huff. He didn’t ask me.

Arachne shrugged–only after receiving a nod from Eva–and offered him a hand.

A hand he started inspecting just as closely as Eva’s own.

“You gave her your hands?” Carlos said, mostly to himself.

“The necromancers disagreed with several parts of my anatomy.”

“And they attached without issue? And grew back on Arachne without even a seam where the cut should be?”

“Demon,” was Arachne’s sole response.

He started mumbling to himself as he made a few notes in his notebook. One particular statement caught Eva’s ears. “They’re smaller on Eva.”

“What?” Eva quickly moved one of her arms over Arachne’s. Sure enough, her hands were far slimmer than Arachne’s hands. It wasn’t just a minor thing either. Looking side by side was very noticeable. “Have you been putting on weight?”

“Of course not,” said a quite affronted Arachne.

Shalise leaned forwards, looking over Carlos’ shoulder along with Juliana. “Perhaps shrinking to fit the rest of your body better?”

Eva’s stomach sank as she realized that was probably true. “Does this mean I’m going to shrink back to my old size?”

“I hope so,” Juliana said with a disturbingly wide smile. “You’re too tall right now.”

“Shrink?”

Eva cut open her pants with a few quick swipes of her fingers. They were an old pair that she’d worn specifically to cut away. Before long, the carapace on her legs was showing.

“I see,” Carlos said. He moved in and started looking over her legs, though in a far less invasive manner. He confirmed her fears after a moment. “These are smaller, though not nearly to the degree of your hands.”

“Well,” Eva said with a sigh, “the hands had an extra six or seven months compared to the legs. If they’re shrinking slow enough I failed to notice, then it will probably be another few months for the legs.”

The real question was whether or not her hands were still shrinking. Something Eva would have to keep on eye on.

“In any case, my hands and legs are one of the reasons I wanted–”

Another circulatory system popping into existence behind Eva’s seat cut her off.

Zoe took one step towards their group before she fell to her knees. Blood flowed from a gash in her arm and another in her back at an alarming rate.

All over my new rug.

Eva sprung into action as soon as she realized what she just thought. She jumped over the couch and knelt next to her professor. “Arachne, potions.”

Keeping her dagger palmed–she still had the presence of mind to hide the bloodstone–Eva pressed the flat of the blade against Zoe’s injuries. She couldn’t heal other people’s wounds, but she could shape the blood to keep Zoe from bleeding out.

Immediate concerns out of the way, Eva sheathed her dagger beneath her jacket and took a moment to look over the professor. She ignored the noise everyone else in the room was making.

Zoe wasn’t wearing her usual suit. The fabric felt far too thin. It was torn in several places apart from the large hole on her back and covered in coarse grit across most of her back–dirt most likely. Eva couldn’t see for sure, but Zoe likely had several bruises showing on her chest and face. If they weren’t visible yet, they would be soon enough. Several more shallow cuts lined nearly her entire body.

One arm bent at an awkward angle just above her elbow. A leg was similarly twisted.

Her breathing was shallow and labored. Despite that, her heart pounded in her chest. Drastically less blood than normal pumped through her body. It shouldn’t be an issue so long as Arachne hurried.

Apart from the largest two wounds, nothing appeared lethal. Still…

“You should have gone to a proper medical center.”

“No time,” Zoe wheezed. “Attacking demons.”

“Demons?” Eva’s response was echoed by everyone save Arachne who chose that moment to languidly toss a few vials in Eva’s direction.

“My home.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but Eva put a sharp finger over her mouth.

“Drink first.” Eva shoved one vial after another down Zoe’s throat.

Some of the effects were near instant. She could see the veins knitting back together. The skin started mending, but it would take significantly longer due to the size of the wounds.

“Two demons, larger than before,” Zoe said. “Burst into home. I fought.”

“I don’t know where you live.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Arachne said. The spider-demon bounced from heel to heel with a wide smile on her face. “I should be able to sense them. Let’s go,” she said as her grin turned feral.

“Right,” Eva said. “Can’t leave them to attack others.” She started building magic for a teleport. Arachne took the time to shrink to her spider form.

“Clean towels in the kitchen and showers,” Eva said to Carlos. She gestured towards one of the rooms. “Potions in there. Hope you have medical training, if not then don’t worry, she won’t die I don’t think.”

“You’re going to go fight two demons on your own?”

“Arachne will be with me and I’m sort of the only person who can be considered an expert–” Eva cut herself off as a thought occurred to her. “Actually. Juliana, you know which building Devon made his lair?” Eva asked, earning a nod from the blond in question. “Go tell him what happened.”

“I can do that. Nel and Ylva?”

“Probably already know,” Eva said, thinking of the black skull. “I doubt they’d do anything. Nel can’t leave. Not sure about Ylva.”

Arachne, in spider form, crawled up onto Eva. “Don’t worry,” Eva told everyone, but turned directly towards the shaking Shalise. “Everything will be fine. We’ll be back soon.”

Without waiting for complaints or protests, Eva released the gathered magic and vanished from the room.

The strong odor of brimstone was all that remained in her place.

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Martina Tuner fought to keep a smile off her face as she looked out over the student body. A fight she came close to losing several times and she hadn’t started speaking yet.

Things couldn’t have gone better if she had planned them out herself.

The possibility of failure tempered her near overwhelming glee to more manageable levels.

Barely.

Her speech needed to be perfect. She could delay for a few days to write out a proper speech for the situation. Unfortunately, that would give ample opportunity for rumors to spread and grow to the point of hyperbole.

The event happening in the evening helped curb the spread of information. Parents were sure to receive letters or phone calls, especially with the assembly, but they would be contacted with information Martina gave herself during the assembly.

“It has come to my attention,” Martina said, “that a large portion of the student body was present at an incident that occurred during Professor Kines’ combative training extracurricular. This incident raised nearly the same amount of concern from the student body in a single day as a horde of zombies did last Halloween. Many messages that reached my desk were, quite frankly, overblown hearsay from people not directly present. Nevertheless, after meeting with the staff, we decided to illuminate the entire student body as to what occurred and what that means for you.”

Martina paused and glanced over the students. They sat patiently, waiting for more words. Some carried hushed conversations with their neighbors; likely discussing the very topic Martina was getting to.

Others seemed entirely unconcerned with the goings on. The assembly hadn’t started long before the first bell rang, but some students looked ready to fall asleep in their seats.

So long as they kept that attitude when confronted with more supernatural elements, they wouldn’t need Zagan sicced on them.

“First and foremost: Brakket Magical Academy is and has always been open to anyone who wishes to learn. We do not discriminate against species, beings, races, creeds, colors, or magical affinities.

“We do not currently have any elves, goblins, and so on enrolled, but this is due more to them having their own magical education catered to the methods they use to perform their specific brands of magic.

“We do, however, have a number of students who are not fully human. They have chosen Brakket–and therefore, human methods of casting–for reasons that vary between the students.”

That got a few gasps from the students. Many started looking around as if knowing that would suddenly let them know who Martina spoke of. More than a few glances went in Eva’s direction.

The little nascent demon sat in a small bubble of her own; only her two roommates and two of her other friends sat near her. The other two of her friends seemed to be giving her a little space, though they were still closer than any other student.

“Don’t bother looking around,” Martina said after a moment. “If they don’t tell you, you likely will never know. Most of them have little to no secondary characteristics of other species. Those that do can hide them well enough that it won’t matter.

“At least one individual does have distinguishing characteristics, although this individual’s case is something of a special one. They were not born as they are now, merely altered into being at least part creature. The nuns we were… host to in recent memory failed in their only job and such an event came around. Any information beyond that is, I’m afraid, personal to the individual.”

Another pause. It was only tangentially the truth, but it was the truth that would best serve in the future. Besides, Martina wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to sling mud at the Elysium Order.

Eva didn’t look happy about it. She sat at a distance, but her grinding teeth were easily visible to her enhanced senses.

Tough for her. It would be better in the long run for her as well, even if that was only an untended side effect.

“This individual’s aforementioned distinguishing characteristics were unfortunately revealed in a public setting just last night. They were the indirect cause of all the concern that reached my desk. Rest assured that this individual is the same person who has attended Brakket Academy for the entire past year. Because you learned a new fact about them does not change who you’ve known for over a year now.

“Relevant staff have known since the incident occurred last November. Nothing has changed due to the events of the previous night.”

Martina stopped and waited. The students started speaking to one another louder than they had before. It took a scant few moments for them to return to their former, quiet state.

“I will once again reiterate that Brakket does not discriminate against any nonhuman heritage, acquired from guardians or otherwise. I, and the rest of the staff, expect all of our students to follow that policy.

“Any questions and concerns by students or their guardians regarding Brakket’s anti-discrimination policies should be forwarded to my secretary’s desk.”

Turning her voice to a more light-hearted tone, Martina said, “It is your first week back at Brakket–your first week period, for some of you. I’d just like to say, welcome. I hope you all had an energizing summer to prepare for this year’s schooling.

“There was going to be an announcement assembly sometime next week, however I think we can all appreciate condensing long, boring speeches down while I’ve got you here. I’ll skip over all the boring part so we can get on with our lives.”

Martina waited for the students’ forced chuckles to die down.

“The biggest announcement is the addition of Rex Zagan to the teaching staff. Many of you had his combative magic class yesterday while the rest of you will have him today. I encourage everyone to pay attention. He has had more experience fighting than any singular person I can think of.”

Light and scattered applause started amongst the students and staff as Zagan stood to give a suave bow. Probably from the students who hadn’t had his class yet.

“Aside from that, there are a number of policy changes regarding security practices at Brakket Academy. This is due, of course, to the frankly disgusting events that occurred last year.

“First and foremost, there is a curfew in effect. All students fourth year and below must be in their dorms by sundown.”

That caused an uproar. Students started arguing and shouting. For the life of her, Martina couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like many of the city’s buildings stayed open long after dark–especially in the winter when students avoided going outside at all–and there wasn’t much else to do in Brakket city.

Students complaining for the sake of complaining or some perceived restraint on their ‘freedoms’ was the likely cause.

Martina held up her hands in an attempt to quiet the rowdy students. “You do not need to be in your assigned room, merely within the building. There are plenty of recreational and academic activities to pursue without leaving. If you have suggestions or complaints, please drop off a note with Catherine, my secretary. If you wish to speak in person, make an appointment with her. We’re willing to meet halfway on this, but for now the curfew stands.”

“Moving on,” Martina said before any additional interruptions could delay her speech. “Our school’s illustrious benefactor has seen fit to give me the ability to hire a number of full-time security personnel. While I hope nothing the likes of the previous year occurs again, I felt it prudent to go above and beyond for the safety of our students. I am still going through applications, but we should have a preliminary set of guards for the school by early October.

“Provided we have a sufficient security force, the aforementioned curfew will be relaxed for select locations on special events, such as Halloween.

“There are a handful of other, minor notices that I’ll spare you the details of. A notice will be posted on all information bulletin boards around Brakket campus by the end of the week containing a full list.

“With that said, welcome back to Brakket Magical Academy.”

The bell rang just as Martina stepped away from the podium. Perfect, she thought. It was a close one, but everything seemed to have gone well. Especially with the important part of her speech. She wasn’t worried much about the curfew issue; the students would forget or simply not care soon enough.

Her eyes caught the glowering gaze of Zoe Baxter as she turned from the stage. Unlike the other professors who all hurried off to their classes before the students could get there, Zoe got to her feet and marched straight up to Martina.

For a moment, Martina braced herself for a punch.

The punch never came.

“Could I speak with you for a moment? Privately.” Zoe’s jaw stayed clamped shut as she spoke and her lips pursed together even as the words somehow came out of the stern teacher’s mouth. It was a wonder Martina understood the woman at all.

Yet, understand she did. Martina sighed and said, “don’t you have a class to teach right now?”

“It is my seniors,” Zoe said. “They know how I run the class already and there are instructions on the board just in case I needed to speak with you, which I do.”

“Very well. My office then?”

Zoe reached out and gripped Martina’s arm. Before the dean could react, she flicked the dagger that somehow got into her hand.

The stage fell away to reveal white nothingness accompanied by a cooling of the air. It only lasted an instant before Martina’s office built itself up around the two.

Martina smacked the theory professor’s hand away from her arm. “I’ll thank you to never teleport me again. I am perfectly capable of moving under my own power.”

“What were you thinking?” Zoe asked as Martina made her way around her desk.

The dean unbuttoned the last few buttons of her shirt and draped it over the back of her chair before taking a seat.

Zoe continued, seemingly oblivious to Martina’s movements. “You essentially told everyone that Eva is a demon.”

Martina rested her elbows on her desk and steepled her fingers together. “I believe I used the words ‘individual’ and ‘creature’ but I–”

“Don’t give me that,” Zoe spat. “Not a single student doesn’t know who you were referring to. Even if none of the students can recognize a demon, someone will figure it out. Eva already mentioned concerns about that exact issue to me. I downplayed my own fear for her sake.

“But someone will figure it out and then it will spread to everyone else and then what? Even if all the demons that I have met are not mass murdering psychopaths, that doesn’t mean everyone else will feel the same. Especially not parents. The word ‘demon’ carries some of the worst connotations for a magical creature in the entire English language. There is no possible–”

Martina held up a hand. She had other work to get done and letting the enraged professor continue wasn’t making any paperwork go away. Besides, she was doing the poor woman a favor. Zoe was turning a tad blue in the face from the lack of air she was getting through her diatribe.

“Professor Baxter–Zoe. I do not know what delusions you are operating under, but I am in no way advocating the ostracization of one of our students. Especially not young Miss Eva.”

“Oh no,” Zoe huffed, “you’re not advocating anything. You merely set up Eva so that all the students will be curious. They’ll dig until they find the answer. Then she’ll be ostracized on her own with no help from you.

“You could have simply said that she is a human that had limbs replaced as an experiment.”

“And lie to the rest of our students? I’m ashamed you’d think me so low.”

“It’s closer to the truth than the drivel you spouted.”

Martina quirked an eyebrow and found herself fighting another grin off of her face. Does she really not know?

“What’s done is done, Zoe. Rest assured I have no intention of seeing Miss Eva flee or be driven from our academy. Quite the opposite, in fact. I would very much like to see her stay at Brakket through her full schooling.”

Zoe’s lips pursed further into a thin line. “Why?”

“Miss Eva’s presence here sets a precedent. Even more so should her ‘heritage’ be discovered. All part of turning Brakket from its miserable state. Isn’t that a goal of yours?”

“Not if it involves ruining the lives of my students.”

“A transitional period. They will come to accept her for what she is and all will be the better for it. As we mentioned in our staff meeting: continue treating her like you have so far. The students will follow our lead.”

Zoe opened her mouth to say something, but appeared to change her mind. It snapped shut with an audible click of her teeth. She glared.

Martina didn’t mind so much, but she did have paperwork to get through. Fabricating histories and identities for several guards she intended to hire wouldn’t do itself, after all.

Dismissing Zoe with a wave of her hand, Martina pulled the first stack of papers in front of her.

Before she could put her pen to the paper, Zoe said, “why is Zagan a demon?”

“He is what he is,” Martina said without looking up. “Much like Eva is what she is, regardless of whether you accept her for that.”

“What I should have asked was, why is our combat instructor a demon?”

Martina glanced up with a smile. “Progress.”

Zoe’s frown turned into a scowl.

“And safety from big threats I suppose,” Martina said as she turned back to the papers. “The amount of humans who could actually match him in a fight can be counted on one hand. Of course, he can’t stay forever–far too volatile for that–hence hiring some new guards to deter threats.”

“I presume lone, rogue imps don’t count as big threats? I haven’t heard of any progress about that little incident.”

It was Martina’s turn to scowl. “Zagan has reported that no more demons have been summoned within the city since then. He has been fairly lackadaisical in actually investigating. Should anything threaten the academy itself, he will step in as per his contract.”

“It harmed a student of this academy.”

“Barely,” Martina half whispered as she signed off a form. The injured girl had been fixed up in only a few days under the care of Nurse Naranga.

She felt a sudden tinge of annoyance as she realized she had marked her signature in the wrong spot. “Do you not need to be getting to your class? It is the first class of the year. I would hate to have to fire one of the best theorists because she couldn’t teach properly.”

There was a small click of teeth again before a cold blast of air threatened to send a stack of papers to the floor. Martina held down the papers until the wind subsided.

Zoe was further into diablery than any other professor–Zagan aside for obvious reasons–but her temperament was far from a proper diabolist. Due to her connection with Eva, she’d dig further than any other professor as well into matters she should leave well enough alone. She’d need to come around or she would be replaced.

But, that could wait a while, Martina thought as she ran her fingers through her hair.

The new hires needed to come first.

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Bradley Twillie paced in front of the zoo’s lecture room. He went on and on about mimics, seemingly ignoring the rest of the class.

Not a single person paid attention to him. If he cared, he didn’t show it. His lecture style hadn’t changed in the slightest since the previous year.

He didn’t glance overmuch in the direction of Eva, unlike everyone else.

Eva kept her head pointed at the front of the classroom. That didn’t stop her from being able to see everyone around her. Anytime she tilted her head in one direction or another, the students all faced forwards and did their best to make it look like they hadn’t been staring.

It was like November and December all over again, before the novelty of a blind girl able to move around without trouble had worn off. Rather than stare at Eva’s blindfold, their eyes were glued on her claws. Eva could only hope that the interest would wear off soon.

This time, the students weren’t looking on in curiosity. They had fear in their hearts–they beat faster whenever someone thought Eva might be glancing in their direction. The moment her head turned back towards the front of the classroom, the students’ gazes returned to her claws.

Claws that occasionally tapped against the desk in front of her. Each clack of her finger caused slight flinching in everyone around. Moving the claws through the air to grab a notebook out of her book bag caused anyone in the direction of motion to scoot even further away than they already sat.

At the very least, those reactions were amusing.

It was a strange feeling. Eva couldn’t help but feel naked. As her two roommates could attest to, she had no problem going without clothing. But without her gloves? Just being able to stretch her fingers to their fullest extent in front of others made her want to hide them beneath the desk.

Hiding was not an option.

If news that the blind girl had claws wasn’t already known to everyone, it would be by the day’s end. Hiding would only make people more afraid; they would end up with rampant speculation about what was under her gloves.

Hopefully they would find her claws to be less terrifying than whatever rumors would have gone around instead.

Eva jumped in her seat as Shalise poked her in the side. Her morose thoughts vanished as Bradley Twillie cleared his throat.

“I understand you have a lot to think about, Eva, but I would appreciate it if you would pay attention while in my class.”

“Sorry, Professor,” Eva said. She hung her head ever so slightly.

The professor pursed his lips before he said, “I asked: How would you identify a mimic from whatever object it is mimicking?”

A mimic would have blood flowing through it, Eva thought. That would be the first sign to her. Eva doubted that was the answer he was looking for. Bradley Twillie probably gave the answer at some point during his lecture.

Unfortunately, Eva had no idea what that answer was.

“Unless you already suspect a mimic to be around, it is unlikely you would be able to notice before you touched the object,” she said with a shrug. “The tedium of checking every single object you touch throughout your life for a mimic would lead to madness.

“Seelie fae are generally easy-going. It would be far more prudent to simply offer to channel some magic for the mimic to feed off of for a minute or two than worry over finding one.”

The professor scratched at his head under his hat before shaking his head in a somewhat disappointed manner. “That’s just asking for trouble,” he said with a shake of his head. “If you give a mouse a cookie,” he grumbled half under his breath.

A ring signaling the end of the class put a stop to Bradley Twillie’s mumblings.

“All of you should be able to answer the question by Thursday’s class,” he said as the students packed up. “We’ll have live specimens in class for you to observe.”

Eva packed her things lethargically compared to her classmates. Everyone else had alchemy next. Eva intended to use her free period to enjoy not being stared at constantly.

“Well,” Juliana said on their way out, “that certainly was something.”

“Oh?”

“Tension was a bit thick. I thought a lynch mob was going to form by the end of class.”

“L-lynch mob?” Shalise squeaked.

“I can’t imagine that would end well for anyone,” Eva said softly with a pat to Arachne. Not that there was any danger of being overheard. A large bubble had formed around their group. Shelby and Jordan were the two closest but they were still hanging back with a very nervous Irene and a slightly less nervous Max.

“In any case,” Eva said, “I don’t think they were going to form a lynch mob. I get the feeling they were more afraid or creeped out than angry or hostile.”

“Watch your back. Just in case.”

“They’ll have a whole class period to discuss and calm down without me around at least.”

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Finding a room and having Arachne read me books.” There was a small squirm beneath Eva’s shirt when the spider-demon heard her name.

“In school? What if someone walks in? The claws are hard enough to explain.”

“We managed all last semester. There are plenty of empty rooms and students are all in class. We’ll be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“What about them?” Shalise asked with a not-so-subtle nod of her head towards Jordan’s group.

“Zoe advised me to tell them the truth–minus the ‘d’ word–given they already know about ‘Rach’ and are sure to make the connection, if they haven’t already.” Eva turned to face Juliana. “I was actually hoping your father could come up with some cover story for Arachne. She could be a magical creature instead of what she is.”

“Maybe,” Juliana hummed. “So long as he doesn’t find either of you to be objectionable.”

“We will be on our best behavior. Won’t we, Arachne.”

The spider-demon gave an almost hesitant tap against Eva’s right shoulder.

“Right. That’s what I thought. So,” Eva said with her first smile of the day, “he knows how to get to the prison?”

“Maybe Arachne should give him a ride.”

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“Professors Baxter, Kines, and Zagan?”

“We’re a lot larger this year, probably because of Professor Zagan.”

The three professors stood in the center of the dueling rings. Franklin Kines spoke to the students about learning combat and a new outline and schedule for the mage-knight club courtesy of Zagan.

The majority of it was the same as last year, so Eva felt little need to pay attention.

Instead, Eva cast her sight around in full, inspecting everyone she could. Irene was correct. Including Irene and Max, almost the entire second year class had shown up along with more older students than the previous spring.

Not many first year students. Only two, though Eva couldn’t be entirely sure; some freshmen might be big enough to pass as third years.

The two freshmen bothered Eva. There was something off about both of them. The male barely had a heartbeat. It beat at about the same rate a regular person’s heart ticked at during sleep. Apart from that, he wasn’t that strange.

The female, Eva didn’t know what to make of her. Her heart worked fine, but the veins were all messed up. Every so often there would be a jagged point. It was like looking at her circulatory system through a broken mirror. Some parts of it seemed disconnected entirely. There were blood pockets that didn’t seem to move at all.

All that was in addition to her missing several organs.

Eva nudged Juliana and leaned in to whisper. “Don’t look too long or too obviously, but you see that girl over there?” Eva asked with a hopefully discrete point of her finger.

Juliana leaned around Eva’s shoulder. It didn’t take long to figure out who Eva was talking about despite the crowd if her elevated heart rate was any indication.

“Describe her for me.”

“Curly blond hair, short. One green eye and one brown eye. Stitches all over her face, down her arms, and around almost every joint on her fingers.” Juliana gave a small shudder. “She looks like she lost a recent fight with a lawnmower.”

Eva nodded her thanks.

“Something wrong with her?”

“Apart from everything you just said? Her insides look like they’ve been through a blender.”

More than a few people were staring at her. With Juliana’s description, it wasn’t hard to see why.

“Should we be keeping an eye on her?”

Eva shrugged. “I don’t see why we should. So long as she doesn’t bother me, I don’t particularly care about her.”

“That seems cruel,” Juliana said with a frown.

“Cruel would be making fun of her or otherwise bullying her. I don’t care about a lot of people in this room, because she has a few stitches and scars doesn’t make her special. I was merely curious about her appearance.”

A lie, but not an overly big one. The jagged veins and arteries didn’t disturb Eva so much as her missing organs. She had a stomach but no liver or kidneys. Her intestines were far shorter than normal, only a few feet. There were no reproductive organs at all. Or, at least, they weren’t receiving blood.

She did have three things inside her abdomen that Eva couldn’t identify.

A demon, perhaps. Not one she’d ever heard of, but that wasn’t saying much.

Zagan and Arachne had odd internal biology as well, Zagan having four stomachs among other things. Arachne’s tube for a heart and general weirdness due to a lack of an internal skeleton.

Of course, Eva’s own insides were off as well. Her lack of internal skeleton was confined to her hands and legs, but anyone who observed the world in the same manner that she did would be thrown for a loop.

Except Arachne wasn’t freaking out. The spider-demon stayed latched to Eva’s chest in a calm manner. Maybe she simply did not view the girl as a threat.

They’d need to have a talk later.

Or…

Eva focused on Zagan.

Uninterested. Eva couldn’t see anything else in his posture. His eyes focused off on some point above the student’s heads. With his arms crossed, he leaned back against a wall.

A wall that certainly wasn’t in the middle of the room.

Some invisible thing? Blood flecks passed through the area without resistance.

Eva wondered if anyone else noticed. His clothes might obscure the lean, but from her perspective, it was pretty obvious.

Still, he didn’t so much as glance in the direction of the blender girl.

Zoe Baxter, on the other hand, alternated between glancing at the girl, glancing over the students, and glaring at Zagan from behind his back. Surprisingly, Zoe hadn’t spoken to Eva about Zagan.

“Upper years will be instructed and monitored by Professor Zagan, middle years by myself, and lower years by Professor Baxter,” Franklin Kines said at the end of his speech. “Gear up and pair off.”

Eva sighed as she followed Juliana and Shalise over to the racks. She pulled on a knee-length vest and a helmet. Her own gloves were better than the ones offered. Even if they weren’t, it wasn’t like anyone she’d be up against could actually harm her hands.

“Well,” Eva said, “shall we get to it then, Shalise?”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Professor Baxter to give us instructions?”

Eva shrugged. “I was only half paying attention, but I think we’re meant to work on shields and basic projectiles. If Zoe has a problem with it, she’ll stop us and let us know.”

Shalise gave a hesitant nod before they moved to one of the unoccupied dueling rings.

“I’ll attack first then?”

“Got something that will hit me this time?” Eva asked with a grin.

A polite smile was all Eva got in return.

A polite smile and a ball of electricity. Eva could feel it burning through her flecks of blood as it arced towards her.

Eva held out her hand in front of her–forgoing her wand; there wasn’t enough time to reach for it as it was still in her pocket–and brought up an order magic shield.

Her shields were not very strong. Luckily, neither were Shalise’s lightning balls.

The electricity hit the shield, sending fractures through the ethereal wall. With a burst of extra magic, Eva repaired the cracks before any electricity could snake through to the other side.

“That’s a new one,” Eva said with surprise in her voice. The last time she saw Shalise fight, she hadn’t managed any kind of attack save for small bursts of air that were not dangerous even without a shield. “No runes?”

“I worked hard this summer,” she said with a smile. The smile slipped slightly as she said, “it isn’t as impressive as a proper lightning bolt, but Professor Baxter helped a lot to get this far.”

“It is quite impressive, I assure you Miss Ward.”

Shalise jumped a few feet as Zoe Baxter approached from behind the girl.

For once, I’m not the one being startled, Eva thought with a grin.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be able to cast that for a few months yet,” Zoe continued, “though you could put more power into it. Keep it up and you might make a full bolt by the end of the year.”

Blood rushed to Shalise’s cheeks. She mumbled something that Eva couldn’t quite catch. Evidently, Zoe did hear it.

“Ah. Well, you best put in your greatest efforts. I shall be most pleased if you are able.” The professor’s eyes turned towards Eva. “You could do with Miss Ward’s work ethic. Do try to concentrate on your shield better, it shouldn’t have fractured like that. I will, however, commend your quick repair work.”

“Yes, Professor Baxter,” Eva said with a nod.

Despite her blood shield being near infinitely better than the order shields–twice over with Arachne’s blood–Eva could see the value in learning it. Blood was a limited quantity. She might not want to waste it on a shield when she could use it for an attack instead. Or she might not have any handy. A weak order shield could save her life.

Zoe nodded a dismissal towards the two and proceeded to another circle.

Left to their own devices, Eva and Shalise continued hurling magic at each other. Eva happily noted that her friend’s shield held up to all of her fireballs, weak though they were. Her own shield wasn’t so lucky. Every now and again, Shalise would put out enough power to take it down completely.

After twenty minutes of constant barrage, Shalise decided it was time to take a short break. Feeling worn out herself, Eva was only too happy to follow.

“I know who you are, Eva.”

Eva stopped in her tracks. She hadn’t even left the ring yet. With a sigh, she turned to face the little blended girl and her companion.

“Most people do,” Eva said. “They couldn’t stop staring at me for a good few months.” Even now, her speaking with the blended girl was drawing more than a few eyes. When she didn’t respond, Eva said, “can I help you?”

“Oh, I don’t know about helping,” she said with a wide smile, “I just wanted to talk to you. We’re a lot alike.”

Eva sighed. She waved Shalise off so the brunette could take her break. “It is generally proper to introduce oneself before starting a conversation.”

The girl slapped her forehead. Hard, if the blood rushing through her capillaries was any indication. Some of it seemed to leak out of the middle of her forehead and flowed along some stitching that became obvious as the blood–and Eva’s sight–ran down her face.

Eva frowned as the girl took no notice, even as some dripped into her eye.

“I forgot. Daddy always said to introduce myself and I forgot. My… friend is Hugo,” she said with a nod past her shoulder. “I’m Des.” She held out one hand, the hand she didn’t use to smack her face.

Eva frowned, but shook the girl’s hand anyway.

It happened so fast, Eva was left gaping. The blended girl reached up with her other hand and pulled Eva’s glove half off.

“Oh, how pretty,” she started. “Oh, but you don’t have stitching at all, that is–”

Eva shoved the girl. She flew back to the opposite end of the dueling ring where she landed in a heap.

Hugo stepped forward, looking about ready to throw a punch.

Eva took half a step back before Des managed to sit up. “Don’t hurt her Hugo, she’s our friend.”

Coating the girl with some extra blood to get a better sight on her, Eva felt her heart sink. Des’ hands still gripped Eva’s glove.

Eva’s needle-like claws slowly unbent from the compressed position they had to keep while in the gloves.

Short gasps from the watching crowd told Eva it was far too late to hide.

Arachne started squirming beneath her vest and her shirt. Instead of bothering to hide her hand, she pressed one hand against her chest, pinning Arachne.

Eva stared. Or observed. Her conversation with the blended girl had brought some attention, but now even those who had been ignoring or oblivious to her turned to stare. Each person brought more gasps or gapes, in turn drawing more people.

The chain reaction of stares couldn’t be stopped.

What to do? Eva tried to stay calm. She could see her own heart picking up speed. Just seeing that caused her to panic more.

Flee, address students, tear out the girl’s throat, release Arachne.

No, Eva thought despite her panic. Unpinning the still squirming Arachne could only worsen the situation as would attacking the blended girl.

Instead she started building up magic within herself–preparing for an infernal walk. She wanted to leave immediately, but wasn’t willing to risk a one way trip to Hell with a botched teleport.

Juliana rushed up to Eva’s side. A pillar of earth stretched from the ground and wrapped around Eva’s hand before breaking off, hiding it from view.

It took Eva a moment to realize what was happening. She almost punched the blond’s face in before she realized she wasn’t being attacked.

“What are you all staring at?” Juliana shouted. “Got nothing better to do than look at my friend?”

Eva shook her head. “Stay, Arachne,” Eva hissed. She waited a moment for the spider’s movements to die down. “It’s too late,” she said, setting her still gloved hand on Juliana’s shoulder. With a flexing of her hand, the brittle earth broke away. Eva reached over and pulled her other glove off.

That got several more gasps. Even a scream as she set it back down on Juliana’s shoulder.

Zoe Baxter was pushing her way through the crowd of students, but Eva wasn’t about to wait around for her. It was too late, her magic built up enough to safely teleport.

“Let Zoe know I’ve gone back to the prison,” Eva whispered in Juliana’s ear. “Try to keep her from incriminating herself, if possible.”

Before the room disappeared, Eva heard the blended girl say something.

“Just wait until my daddy hears about this,” she said. “He’ll be so excited.”

Eva groaned as she stumbled out of the gate. She could still feel the sizzling heat on her skin. It was all in her mind. But it sure didn’t feel all in her mind.

Infernal walking became far more tolerable after swapping out her legs for Arachne’s legs. For whatever reason, neither her legs nor her hands suffered the burn. Her chest and face still flayed off during the teleport.

She had no idea how Martina Turner did it. The dean was fully human as far as Eva could tell. There had to be a trick to teleporting without the discomfort.

Arachne slipped out from underneath her shirt and vest. The moment she had a few feet of clearance, she grew back to her regular human size. Without warning, she stepped up and wrapped her arms around Eva.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “we can live here until we find a new place.” There was a slight pause while Arachne ran her fingers down Eva’s back before she said, “what exactly happened?”

Eva sighed. “Come on,” she said, “might as well explain it to my master while we’re at it.”

“Isn’t he back in Florida?”

Her blood wards and her sight already fed Eva the information that he was, in fact, not in Florida. Eva silently led Arachne into the women’s ward kitchen.

A one-armed man stood hunched over the kitchen stove. He had a pot of water in his one hand and appeared to be just now turning on the burner’s runes.

Devon glanced up at their arrival. He gave a short snort before turning back to the stove.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Florida?”

“Nope, and I don’t think you should be back there either.” He shook his head with a frown. “Hunters are wandering around lately.”

“Looking for you?”

“Donno.”

That was slightly unnerving. She had visited just a few months ago to collect the last of her things from the abandoned hospital. Had she stuck around, she might have run into them.

They might have shown up because she went back.

Eva suppressed a shudder and looked back at Devon. “What are you doing in my kitchen?”

“Boiling water,” Devon grunted. “You’ve got a working kitchen. I don’t.”

Eva frowned, but didn’t have much to say against that. So long as he kept to the kitchen, that is.

“You’re here at an abnormal time. Something happen?”

“Gloves got pulled off in front of most of the school. Lots of staring. One or two screams.”

Her master let out a short sigh before sliding the pot off the burner. “I warned you,” he said. “I warned you and you didn’t damn well listen did you?”

Eva didn’t say anything. She thought about protesting. Her hands being Arachne’s wasn’t exactly her choice. Devon wouldn’t care.

“Do we need to leave?”

“Don’t know,” Eva said with a shrug. “I expect Zoe Baxter will stop by. We’ll take what she says under advisement.”

Devon grumbled under his breath for a moment before stalking out of the room. “I’ll start packing.”

“I hope we stay,” Arachne said once the front doors slammed shut. The amusement in her voice was borderline hysterical. “Just so he has to unpack again.”

“Quite evil of you.”

“Well,” Arachne puffed out her chest in pride, “I am a demon.”

Eva let out a small, much-needed laugh. After a brief moment of companionable silence, Eva said, “I think I’ll lie down until Zoe gets here.”

She proceeded to the couch set out in the common room to do precisely that. Arachne followed–as Eva knew she would. Eva flopped down on the couch and lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Arachne wiggled herself into the couch. She pulled Eva’s head up onto her lap and started massaging Eva’s head.

What a mess, Eva thought as she shut her eyes. Part of her still wanted to tear that girl’s throat out.

She knew that something was wrong with Eva’s hands.

Everyone knew something was wrong, but that girl knew. She expected what she saw.

Someone told her. Eva doubted it was either of her roommates. They’d lived together for a year, more in the case of Juliana, and neither seemed the type. Zoe Baxter was worried about losing her job if any part of Eva’s life came to light, not to mention she seemed to genuinely care.

Zagan, Martina Turner, and Catherine were all possibilities.

Or… Eva felt her stomach sink. Sister Cross and a good handful of her nuns knew.

She should have just let Zagan kill Sister Cross. Shalise would have been upset, but at least the only group of people who were openly hostile towards Eva would be out of the way.

That ship sailed, Eva thought with a sigh.

Eva just started dozing off when a hard knock came at the door.

“Eva,” a voice called, “are you in?”

Much to the disappointment of Arachne, Eva pulled herself into a sitting position. “Come in,” she called out.

Zoe Baxter stepped into the room. Her eyes drifted over the two seated on the couch. She shook her head with a frown and looked straight at Eva. “Are you alright?”

“I’m not injured, if that is what you are asking.” Eva made a gesture towards one of the chairs opposite from the couch. “Have a seat.”

Zoe nodded and crossed the room. She sat with her back straight and her hands clasped together in her lap.

Her heart rate was a good portion higher than normal.

“Dean Turner,” she started, “is going to address the school tomorrow. She appeared in the dueling hall just moments after you left and started taking control.”

Eva nodded. “Is this address going to be in my favor?”

“I am unsure, but I believe so. Judging by her ordering the students back to the dorms while telling them to mind their own business.”

“If the students start writing home about a girl with demon hands, there will be trouble.”

Zoe put on a kind smile that didn’t suit her. “You’re assuming students will recognize your hands for what they are. Those with knowledge of demons are few and far between. Look at Zagan. He parades his name around openly.” She glanced off to one side with a frown. “I didn’t notice.”

“Someone will realize. If not a student, then a parent. They’ll realize how I got these hands.”

“Then we lay the blame on Sawyer.” Zoe gave a short glance towards Arachne. “It is mostly the truth. No one will blame you. They’ve all gone to school with you for the last year.”

Leaning back into Arachne with a sigh, Eva said, “students maybe. Are you willing to risk several parents pulling their children out of the school over one person? I know Juliana’s mother has been freaking out about everything last year. She can’t be the only one.”

“You leave that to the adults. Just pretend it was all the necromancer’s fault. As I said, it was at least mostly their fault.”

There was a short pause in their conversation while Eva thought. “You want me to go back then?”

“Of course I do. Others… we will have to play by ear, I think.” Zoe sighed again. Her heart rate rose at the same time. “I feel I must apologize.”

“For what?”

“I was the one who brought Des to the academy. She was a last-minute addition while I picked up Hugo, the boy she was with. I didn’t know that she would do something like this.”

“It isn’t your fault,” Eva said. A nagging voice in the back of her mind told her exactly the opposite. Even with that voice, Eva didn’t think Zoe would intentionally plot against her. At least not with their current, amicable relationship. “Someone told her, I think. If it wasn’t her, it would have been someone else.”

“Who told her?”

Eva shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t think her intentions were overly malicious. She told her friend that I was a friend.”

“I don’t think she has many,” Zoe said in a quiet voice. “She only interacts with Hugo. I believe she’s frightened off most of her peers with her appearance and, quite frankly, disturbing mannerisms.”

“She looks like she’s been through a blender and glued back together.”

“I was told she had a condition. Her body has trouble healing itself, hence all the stitching holding her together. I’m not sure how she lives, but I’ve been researching obscure diseases and remedies to try to help.”

“Unsuccessful?” Eva guessed by the tone of the professor’s voice.

“So far.”

“Well, I think I could care less about her, but not so much that I’ll be ignoring her from now on. She’s caught my attention enough to warrant some snooping, I think.” Eva sighed again as Arachne gently ran her fingers through Eva’s hair. “I’m far more interested in who told her about me.”

“We’ll look into that. For now, let’s head back. Juliana and Shalise are very concerned.”

Eva allowed herself to be helped to her feet by Zoe. “I think I’ll teleport myself,” she said. “Your ‘between’ thing is unpleasant.”

“I understand,” the professor said with a frown. “Is Mr. Foster in? He should probably be appraised of the situation as well.”

“He went off to pack,” Arachne said with a grin. “We’ll leave a note saying we don’t need to go on the run quite so soon after all.”

Eva nodded and scribbled out a note to leave on the coffee table. “Arachne, if you’d be so kind as to shrink down, you can teleport with me.”

The spider-demon complied and started shifting to her spider form.

Eva froze as a thought occurred to her. “Oh no,” Eva said as she ran her fingertips over her scalp. “Irene, Jordan, Max, and Shelby were all there.”

“A good portion of the student body was there,” Zoe said quietly. “Think of it this way, you won’t have to crumple your fingers into gloves anymore.”

“That isn’t the issue. They’ve seen Arachne in spider form before.”

“Ah.”

Ah. Yeah,” Eva said. “How do I explain that away. Even if they haven’t seen her for a year, Arachne is quite distinctive.” Eva wiggled her fingers. “One of them is sure to notice the similarities.”

She wouldn’t be able to just claim that the necromancers forced the new hands on her. They’d see through that. Even if she claimed that Sawyer used Arachne in creating her new hands, they knew she was alive.

“Perhaps,” Zoe said, “simply tell them the truth.”

“The truth,” Eva bit her lip. So many people knew so many secrets that she had been trying to conceal. What were four more?

“At least part of it. Leave out the demon part and tell them Arachne is a magical creature.”

“That…” might work. “No. What if they went to Bradley Twillie asking him about magical spider-women?”

“Professor Twillie, while I respect him a great deal, doesn’t know of every creature in existence. I am willing to wager a good amount that Juliana’s father knows of more creatures than he does.”

Gears turned in Eva’s head upon hearing that. A small smile split across her face. “That might be the answer. I have a meeting with Carlos Rivas tomorrow evening. He wanted to meet Arachne in her real form.” At Zoe’s questioning look, Eva quickly explained, “Juliana let slip that she was a demon.”

Zoe Baxter’s mouth fell open for a moment. She looked about like she wanted to go yell at her student.

“But,” Eva said before she could say a word. “If the meeting goes well, maybe he could help me. We could weave some tale about Arachne being a legitimate magical creature.”

“That might be a tough sell. He has his integrity as a researcher to consider.”

Eva frowned, but nodded. “Can’t hurt to ask.”

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Zoe Baxter snapped shut the book in her hands.

It was all worthless.

She had put a halt to her demonology studies–taking the terminology from Devon–to work on helping one of her new students.

No matter how many books she read on the subjects of diseases, debilitations, and illness, none of them had any answers. She’d been up and down every book and hadn’t even been able to come up with similar cases, let alone a cure.

Zoe was starting to get worried that she would have to delve into far more abstruse tomes to find any hint.

The girl’s father mentioned that they had never before come across anything that might lend a clue. With the power of Brakket Academy Library behind her, Zoe thought she might be able to find something.

She even roped Lisa into helping despite her being the nurse to the Rickenbacker dorms while Miss Finnell resided within the Gillet. She had absolutely nothing against Nurse East. He was a good medical professional and an adequate potioneer, but Eirin tended to be a tad loony at times.

So far, Lisa had found nothing. It didn’t help that Lisa hadn’t examined the girl on account of Miss Finnell vanishing for the entirety of the summer months. Despite arriving on the flight for orientation, she went back home to her father to spend some more time with him before school started in full.

She neglected to mention how she returned home.

Zoe sighed as she stood up. The book in her hand dropped back to between–Zoe would return it to the library later. She walked around her desk and came to a stop in front of her transparent office door.

First year students filed into her classroom one after another. They were always such fun to watch. Freshmen going to their first class displayed the largest range of emotions. Some came in eager, others nervous. One particular red-headed boy showed off an air of cockiness usually reserved for those with parents who trained them before school started.

Zoe doubted that young Mr. Beans had such training.

The door to Zoe’s classroom sat at the back of the room. As such, few noticed when Des and her adopted brother Hugo entered the room hand-in-hand. The class’ obliviousness did not last long. The two walked straight to the front of the room and took a seat nearest to Zoe’s lectern.

Hugo simply sat. His eyes unfocused as he stared straight ahead.

Des, on the other hand, seemed fairly chipper. With a smile on her face, she pulled out a book and immediately put her nose in it.

Then the whispers began.

The rest of the class had been conversing normally up to that point. Now they pointed and half covered their mouths as they spoke among the small cliques that formed over the summer.

Zoe expected this and had given due warning to both Des and her father. Both simply nodded and had a small solemn look–not that Doctor Finnell lost his wide smile–which gave Zoe the feeling that it happened at some previous school. They both agreed to have Des attend despite that.

Still, it annoyed her to see others so blatantly disrespecting their fellow students.

Zoe almost entered the room. The bell would be ringing shortly and she liked to start the year off with a bang. Or a bolt, as the case was.

Two students approaching the front desk gave her pause.

Part of Zoe hoped that they were going to be nice, polite, and perhaps even become friends.

The taunting looks on the two girls’ faces made Zoe think otherwise.

Yet Zoe stayed her hand. She’d wait and watch how it played out.

Both girls walked up, both attempting to hold in laughter by the looks of things. The one in the front–a black-haired girl Zoe did not yet know the name of–immediately opened her mouth and launched into a deluge of words.

Des didn’t seem to notice anyone speaking to her for a few moments. Once the girls started laughing, she looked up from her book.

The black-haired girl had a few more words to say before both burst out laughing again.

First, Des’ smile slipped. She frowned and looked nearly ready to cry. Hugo put a hand on her shoulder and Des’ face went blank. Her lips curled into a soft smile and she spoke a few words. Looking back to the students, Des’ hand moved up to her face.

Zoe couldn’t make them out from behind her privacy warded door, and the girl’s back was turned so Zoe couldn’t even attempt to read her lips. The bullies did hear the words and they saw whatever her hand was doing.

Grins slipped from their faces and one took a step back. Another student, one who merely sat nearby and was not participating, actually looked a little sick. The girls didn’t say anything as they retreated to the far corner of the room.

Des turned back to the front with a bright smile on her face, looking none the worse. With a short word to Hugo, she buried her face in her book once again.

Zoe waited another minute before entering the room. The bell for class to begin rang the moment she stopped at her lectern. After sweeping her eyes over the room, Zoe glanced down at the curly-haired girl in front of her. “Miss Finnell, if–”

“Just Des, please.”

Great, Zoe thought as she suppressed an eye-roll, another one. “If you would stay behind for a few moments after class.”

At the growing look of horror on the young girl’s face, Zoe quickly added, “do not worry, you are not in trouble.”

The look of horror subsided with a small nod from the girl. Her curly hair bounced around her head as she did so.

“Now then,” Zoe said. She raised her wand and cast a lightning bolt against a special panel built into the wall of her room. “A wand is but one of many items that perform the function of a foci.”

With that, her lesson started.

— — —

“Horray,” a silky voice droned, “you’ve reached your second year of schooling. Unfortunately, the lot of you are absolutely trash at anything worthwhile.

“I’d say that you shouldn’t feel bad, that your utter worthlessness is expected of fourteen year olds, but we know that isn’t the case. This very class has a student on par with a third or even a fourth year student.”

Juliana shrank into her chair as most pairs of eyes turned towards her. Some were filled with envy, others annoyance or hate.

Being called worthless to their faces had a lot to do with that. It wasn’t an untrue statement. Juliana felt confident that she could fight the entire class–Eva and Arachne not included–and come out without a single scratch. That didn’t make it okay for a teacher to tell the students they were worthless.

Especially when it turned the focus to her.

Not even five minutes into the class and she was already hating their magical combat instructor. She didn’t want to. When she walked into the room and saw who it was, Juliana hoped she might actually learn something outside of her own studies this year.

As the professor glared at her with a golden glint in his eyes, Juliana felt that hope wither. He wasn’t here because he wanted to teach. He didn’t like children. He certainly did not like her. The demon was here because of a contract with someone. Nothing more and nothing less.

At least, Juliana assumed that to be the case; she had no clue who a devil would willingly contract with.

“Dean Turner wishes to rectify that,” he said after the students had a good stare. “This won’t be like your general magic classes where you learn a thought pattern and practice it for a while before moving on. You will be drilled repeatedly and ceaselessly on any and every spell that can be used to fight. Your end of term test will include casting your spells while under a sleeping potion.”

Juliana frowned. Was that a joke? Was that serious?

She stared at his face, trying to figure it out. Her stare kept up until Zagan turned and gave her a wink.

Juliana felt her face heat up. She couldn’t believe this was the same person as the demon that had fought Sister Cross.

Sure, he lacked the horns and giant wings. They had been too far to see his eyes or hear his voice. His knees bent in the proper direction for a human. And he wasn’t breathing fire.

But it was still him. Juliana could tell.

The rippling muscles that covered his bare chest during the fight were still there. They might be covered up by his solid black suit, but Juliana could almost see straight through the cloth. He definitely had the same body type. More notable than his body type was his stance.

The professor had the same feet apart, arms crossed, utter pose of contempt as the devil from that night.

Eva, standing on the other side of Juliana, could tell it was him as well. Then again, she knew the moment they got their schedules and saw his name on the paper. She crumpled up the paper with grit teeth. Eva hadn’t bothered to share the cause of her ire.

That she knew the demon’s name while Juliana did not was likely the reason.

Shalise stood beside Juliana with a small smile on her face, completely ignorant of their professor’s true nature. Excitement radiated off of the girl. Ever since they heard that there would be a proper combat class, she’d been nonstop practicing her air magic to try to get ready.

The eyeless glare Eva had been giving the professor since the moment they walked in had not subsided in the least. It was scary how she could do such a thing.

“You may call me Zagan.”

His golden eyes scanned over the entire room, left to right, as if daring someone to comment.

No one said a word.

“By show of hands, how many of you participated in the little dueling club that went on last semester?”

Apart from Juliana’s friends, only three students raised their hands.

“Disappointing,” he said. “You’re already woefully beneath where you could be,” he gestured again towards Juliana, “and yet hardly any of you have the drive to improve. Do you take your ability to do magic for granted?”

Irene was the one who raised her hand. She started speaking without being called upon. “Not all of us intend to pursue careers involving fighting.”

Zagan’s lips curled into a cruel sneer. “Whatever you intend to do with your life doesn’t matter to me, yeah? Do you think that excusing your lack of ability by saying that you don’t want to fight will absolve you of your inadequacies? Do you think that this girl’s,” he gestured again towards Juliana, “advanced abilities will be a detriment in any profession she chooses?”

His comment caused another few students to glare in Juliana’s direction. Part of her wondered if he had a specific distaste for Juliana. Even if he didn’t, the constant singling out grated on her nerves.

Irene put her arm down, though she kept up a defiant look at their professor.

“To start with, we’ll be drilling your basic attack–fireballs, ice spears, lightning, and earth shards–until you are able to cast with some degree of competency.”

“Not shields?” Drew asked from the back row. “That was the spell we were attempting to master in Professor Kines’ class.”

“Learn to attack before learning to defend, yeah? Even with the strongest shield, if all you do is sit and cower then your shield will eventually break. You must strike back in order to defend.” Zagan shook his head side to side with a sigh as if the question was something everyone should already know.

It honestly was something everyone should already know. If Drew had paid any attention in Zoe’s class, he would know.

“Besides, order magic is complex, tricky, and not suited towards combat. Until you’ve advanced your understanding and abilities with elemental magic, your shields won’t stop much of anything.

“Now, let’s get to work.”

Zagan had everyone form up in front of human sized targets. They were using the same dueling building that Professor Kines used the previous semester. As such, the ground was made from earth and there were troughs of water between the dueling rings.

There were even candles set out for the pyrokinetics to use despite fire being the easiest element to conjure. Most fire mages learned to conjure a flame before any other aspect of pyrokinetics.

At his command, the class began slinging their attacks at the dummies.

Five shards of stone split off the floor in front of Juliana. With a flick of her wand, a burst of magic launched all five straight at the target. All sunk a good few inches into the chest area.

More than a few students sent glares her way.

Juliana eased back and lazily flung a single shard or two every now and again.

After about ten minutes of slogging earth around in a way to try to avoid drawing unnecessary attention while Zagan went around lecturing individuals who weren’t her, Juliana decided to switch tactics.

She decided to start with water first–it was her mom’s secondary element, after all. Juliana had a small amount of training in wielding it. Not a fraction of what she had in earth, but enough to get started at least. They’d be choosing a secondary element sometime later in their elemental magic class anyway.

The troughs of water inset into the floors weren’t far away from Juliana. She waved her wand at the nearest grate and drew out a small stream of water.

Launching ice shouldn’t be too much of a problem. It was different enough from earth to make a difference, but not by much.

The real trick was forming the water into spike shapes and then freezing it before it reverted to its more natural globule shape.

Most of her attempts winded up being misshapen blobs of ice. She launched them at her target anyway. Most missed by a wide margin, but it was easier to launch the blobs and try again with fresh water than it was to unfreeze and reform the ice.

Unlike her earth shards, the water blobs missed. They didn’t fly though the air like earth did. Part of it was the aerodynamics, but part of it was also simply the idiosyncrasies of launching a foreign element. Still, she managed to propel them away from her far better than some of her hydroturge classmates.

Every fifth one or so, Juliana managed to form into a more-or-less proper spike of ice. She took care to try to remember every thought pattern she had whenever she managed that. And, every time she managed a spike, Juliana took care aiming.

Most of her spikes at least brushed the target if they did not strike it directly.

“Rivas,” a voice half shouted from behind Juliana just as she formed a proper spike.

The ice dropped to the ground and shattered as her concentration snapped like a twig. She spun around, metal clinging to her already turning to liquid as she activated her ferrokinesis. The sword of metal forming out of her sleeve stopped just inches from Zagan’s face as he leered over her.

He didn’t even flinch.

“You will be serving detention with me on Saturday alongside,” he glanced to one side, “Anderson.”

Juliana followed his gaze to her fellow student.

On the other side of Shelby stood a very blank-faced Jordan. A ball of fire clung to the tip of his wand. He frowned but gave a small nod.

“Detention?” Juliana said as she looked back towards the professor. She wasn’t going to just take it. “For what?”

“You both disobeyed me. I believe I said to use your element. Neither of you are using your element.” A sharp glint grew in his eyes as he spoke. “I will not suffer insolence from the likes of you.”

Juliana snapped her jaw shut. She had a feeling he meant more than just children by his last statement.

“Well,” Zagan said as he pulled himself to his full height, “what are you all staring at? Get back to work unless you want to join them.”

Nobody needed telling twice.

— — —

Every time Zagan walked past, he glared at Eva.

She was trying her best. She didn’t want detention. Her fireballs just weren’t up to snuff.

Arachne helped out. She rearranged herself into a position that couldn’t be comfortable for the poor spider, but she managed to peek out of Eva’s shirt between two buttons. Without speaking to one another, they managed to work out a sort of communication.

If Eva missed, Arachne would tap out a ‘no’ followed by a few taps on Eva’s stomach to the left, right, high, or low. The number of taps indicated by how much Eva missed.

Luckily, Eva wasn’t missing often. It wasn’t like the targets moved.

Ideally, fireballs would either explode with a concussive force on contact or splash burning fire over the target. Eva’s did neither. She could make them hit. She could make them hot. None did anything more than leave a small scorch mark before vanishing.

The score on her exams actually got docked down for that. One aspect of the exam included both concussive force and another had her keep the flames burning in a far more fluid manner than fire had any right to be.

In her defense, it was harder than it sounded.

Eva couldn’t actually see the fire. It burned away any blood she allowed to get close to it. After the first few balls of fire sailed through the air and struck the targets, Eva kept a small vacuum of blood between her and the target. She would end up burning through all of it before class finished otherwise.

Now, the heat warming her hand through her glove was the only real indication she succeeded at conjuring it. Once the fire left her hand, it vanished from her sight.

Still, Zagan glared. He never said a word to her, unlike the words of ‘encouragement’ he had for the other students.

Not that Eva wanted any of his ‘encouragement.’ From what she overheard, none of it seemed all that useful.

His glares were something of a mystery. Eva didn’t think the two of them were on bad terms, even if Eva would be happier never meeting him again. Perhaps he was upset about the demon attacking during Zoe Baxter’s seminar the other week.

Zagan hadn’t spoken with her since before that attack. If he or Martina Turner suspected Eva of having anything to do with it, neither acted on their suspicions.

Towards the end of class, Arachne poked Eva right in the bellybutton.

Eva let out a truncated yelp as a the fireball she held fell and nearly incinerated her pants.

Of course the messed up one splashes all over, Eva thought as she patted down her clothes.

She was about to give Arachne a harsh swat disguised as brushing off her shirt when she felt it.

The hairs on Eva’s neck stood on end as a wave of hot air blew past her head.

Eva mentally cursed herself–she hadn’t lost concentration on her surroundings in a long while. Slowly, she turned to face Zagan.

“Something wrong, Zagan?”

“My office. After class.” With that, he turned and continued stalking around the students.

Arachne repeatedly tapped ‘no’ on Eva’s shoulders as she turned back to the target dummy. Ignoring Zagan, despite Arachne’s repeated tapping, couldn’t have good consequences. “He wouldn’t try something in the middle of school, would he?” Eva whispered to Arachne.

The demon’s ‘no’ taps immediately swapped to Eva’s opposite shoulder.

As the bell chimed for the end of class, Eva found herself hanging back despite Arachne’s increased protests. She waved off her friends and told them that she would catch up afterwards.

The small antechamber to the main dueling gymnasium seemed more like a locker room than an office. The drains on the floors beneath a set of shower heads were a dead giveaway. Zagan didn’t seem to care. He marched in with Eva in tow and plopped down behind a desk that sat on the hard tile floor.

It didn’t look much like it was supposed to be there.

“So,” Zagan said with a glare, “bringing your pet demon to class? You haven’t banished her yet?”

Eva frowned as Arachne drummed her legs on Eva’s back. That’s what this is about? “You’re one to talk. Why are you here at all?”

“I am fulfilling my contractual obligations.” He kicked his feet up onto his desk. “It isn’t like anyone could do anything about me if they found out. You on the other hand–”

“Arachne accompanied me to every class from September to November last year and there were no problems. She only stopped because of the nuns wandering the city. Nuns that we helped remove.”

Zagan shook his head side to side. “I warned Martina about Catherine already, but she insists her familiar won’t cause problems. With you, your pet–” Arachne bristled lightly, “–that demon on the horizon, and our unknown summoner all tainting the air, it is a wonder we’re not onset by hunters already. Too many in close proximity.”

“Devon seems to think that no hunter would attack while you are hanging around.”

Zagan shrugged. “I won’t be around forever. Of course, you might not have to worry at all. I may decide to raze this school before returning to the Void when my contract ends.” As an afterthought, he added, “I don’t think I’m fond of teaching.”

Eva’s frown deepened. “When does your contract end?”

“Could be a year, could be twenty. It isn’t time based. The details are for me and me alone, however.”

Before Eva could comment, Zagan switched tracks.

“You truly are tainting this place. I can smell it. You smell like a demon, though I hope that would be obvious to you. But it has rubbed off. Your friends smell like demons as well.”

Eva drew in a sharp breath. My friends smell like demons?

“Don’t be silly, embryonic one.” Zagan said with a brushed hand. “They aren’t like you. It would be interesting to watch, between you and Martina’s plans. Maybe I’ll preserve the school just for that. If you are interesting enough that is. If not, well, I might get bored.

“Of course, it will be fun to see you two panic as hunters arrive without me here. I hope you prepare better than Martina is doing, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eva said after a moment. She had a sudden urge to speak with Devon regarding what could be done about hunters at the school. Her master would have ideas. They hid out in Florida for years.

Though they never had Arachne constantly summoned in Florida. She only turned up on occasion for treatments or jobs.

“Well,” Zagan said, “what are you standing around for. Be gone with you, foul creatures.” He started laughing to himself as Eva backed out of the room.

“Don’t worry,” Eva whispered to Arachne. She stroked the spider-demon lightly over her shirt. “We are not sending you back. Not while Zagan and Martina Turner are around. Even if that means we’ll have to deal with hunters.”

Arachne gave Eva a few slow taps on her right shoulder as they headed off towards their second class of the first day.

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Des idly rubbed one of the lines of stitches running from her forehead to her ear. She nodded along as Professor Zoe started her talk about the treatment she was getting from her fellow students.

It wasn’t going to help. She’d heard this speech from teachers other than Professor Zoe before. Des had already resigned herself to being ‘freaky Des’ once again.

This time was different. This time she had a loyal companion. Hugo couldn’t betray her. Hugo couldn’t make fun of her.

So, Des smiled. She had at least one friend here. If her father was correct, she might even get a second.

“I am curious, Miss Des. What did you say to those girls?”

Des’ smile grew a few inches. “Oh! Those nice girls were just wondering why my eyes were different colors.”

She lifted her finger up to her right eye and carefully pressed her finger above her eyelid. Being extra careful–it wouldn’t do to crush another one, daddy had been angry enough the first time–she compressed it to one side so Professor Zoe could see the stitches.

“I showed them.”

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Eva stopped at the staircase and stared.

It is a good thing I asked Zoe to wait outside, she thought.

The book showed no one other than herself and Arachne within the building. Clearly that was only partially true.

Part of a person lay halfway up the staircase to the second floor. Two legs and part of a torso. Blood splattered around the walls and ceiling, though there was no sign of anything above his shoulders. All dried to the point where Eva could only vaguely tell it was there in the first place. If she hadn’t been looking for the blood splatter because of the corpse’s presence, she might not have noticed at all.

He should have stopped long before the pain set in, let alone the more explosive parts of the blood ward. The man must not have felt anything. Eva hadn’t kept up with the weather in Florida, but maybe one day was especially cold this past winter. Numbness might account for the lack of digression. That or drugs.

Good to know it is still active.

For half a moment, Eva considered leaving some sort of warning at the base of the stairs for any future explorers of her hospital. She walked over the corpse on her way to the second floor. That would be warning enough.

“Start packing the library. I want every book. Not one left behind,” Eva said to the demon walking a step behind her. If Arachne even took note of the corpse, she did not give any indication. The suitcase she carried smacked into the legs on her way up.

“Slave driving again,” she said with a feral grin. “Ah, how nostalgic.”

“Nostalgic? You only lived here for a day or two.”

“No.” Arachne gave a swipe of her claws through the air. “Not that. The first order you gave me was to collect books.”

“Well,” Eva said as she reached the top of the stairs. “I hope you’re excited. You’re going to be reading a handful of those books to me.”

The grin on Arachne’s face quickly vanished.

For whatever reason, the spider-demon hated reading. She wasn’t bad at it; Eva hadn’t heard her stumble over any words over the past semester. That didn’t stop her from making her distaste for the task clear on multiple occasions.

Getting her to attempt to learn any magic was likewise met with resistance.

“When was it that you were getting your own eyes again?”

“Haven’t even started, though I have a few demons in mind. I would prefer yours, but there would be no hiding them even if we figured out a way to transfer them.” Eva sighed.

While there were plenty of demons with eyes, very few had eyes that looked entirely human. At least not in their natural state, which is what she’d be getting as far as she could tell. Both Zagan and Catherine could hide the slit pupil, colored irises, and black sclera. Zagan’s might actually work, but fat chance of getting those.

She had no ideas on that front and Devon was far from forthcoming in ideas for a solution. He had yet to replace his own arm.

“It is difficult to look for valid eye donors when you’ve got no eyes to both research a subject and see what you’re getting.”

“I will vet every demon you summon for the purpose, but I suggest getting a move on it. You don’t want to get stuck without eyes for eternity.”

“Maybe soon,” Eva said. “Speaking of getting a move on, get to the library. I’ve some things to pack in my room.”

Arachne simply nodded as she walked further down the hallway.

Eva split off towards her old room.

Dust covered most surfaces. It wasn’t all that thick, but it had definitely moved in during Eva’s absence.

Where did I leave it, Eva thought as she moved to her old closet. She rummaged through the few scraps of old clothes she left behind. Most had grown too small for her, doubly so with Arachne’s legs in the case of the pants. None of them interested her.

Some of the skirts might still work, even if they had become shorter than ever. That was a joy she’d have to learn to live without.

Well, Eva thought as she pulled out an old favorite she had somehow missed while originally packing, maybe a few for casual wear around the prison. She couldn’t actually see their colors, but Eva knew her skirts.

The main target of her return trip, aside from the books, wasn’t in the closet. Eva spun back to the room with a handful of skirts in arm. She dropped them in a pile around the center of the room before she ducked under her bed.

A small smile split across Eva’s face. There it was.

Eva stretched her claws beneath the bed and dragged out the small bag.

Sunlight pouring from the window glinted off the shined metal when Eva opened the bag. Gold. All the gold she stole from the museum over a year prior. Originally it had been there to cover her theft of her new favorite bloodstone capped dagger.

Who knew when it might come in useful. Brackets, rings, necklaces, earrings. It wasn’t all that much, but it was far more than nothing.

Eva dropped the bag of gold down on the pile of skirts. She had one thing left to do. Eva rolled up a sleeve of her shirt.

Drawing her void dagger from its sheath against her back, Eva jammed it straight into her forearm–just above the hardened carapace of her hands. A blob of blood spilled forth and gathered in the air a few inches from her.

A flick of her arm had her flesh mending back together. In the same smooth motion, Eva sheathed her dagger.

With a twist of her fingers, she added the blood to the existing wards. Eva wasn’t about to risk the wards either failing or rejecting her after too many treatments. Even if the hospital had regained its abandoned status, it could always serve as a good fall-back safe house.

If she had the time, she’d add an infernal walk gate. Teleporting cross-country wasn’t something she was looking forward to attempting in any case. She still needed the gate just for getting to and from the prison.

It was probably all psychological these days. Eva knew in her head that a gate wasn’t required. Much like clapping her hands to obliterate her blood, the gate served as a focusing crutch. One she used out of fear.

Trying to obliterate blood without clapping wasn’t scary. The worst that would happen was nothing at all. She’d already failed an infernal walk once and Eva did not have any desires to wind up in Hell again.

Juliana might have given her an escape in that situation, but it wasn’t something she wished to test. She had escaped with Arachne the first time on the technicality of still being human. If that same technicality prevented her from using her own beacon, Eva would be stuck again.

Even if she could use it, she still had to figure out how.

Luckily, she didn’t have the time to draw a gateway circle. Keeping Zoe waiting too long might see her entering the building despite the warning of the wards Eva gave.

Eva gathered up the gold and the clothes into the gold bag and almost ran into Arachne back in the hall.

“Got all the books?”

Arachne held up the suitcase they’d brought as if that were all the answer she needed to give.

They walked down–Arachne once again hit the corpse with the suitcase–and Eva made sure to grab the book showing everyone in the building out of the lobby. It would be easier to modify it for the prison than to create a new one. Part of it could be left alone for the hospital, though Eva wasn’t sure it would work long distance.

Something to test later.

Outside, Eva walked right up to Zoe Baxter. The professor stood against a wall of the hospital.

“Got everything?”

“Yep, all cleaned out.”

“Sure you don’t have anyone you want to say hello to while in town?”

“We already popped in and said hello to Doctor Thompson’s veterinary clinic. I don’t think I know anyone else in Florida.” Eva certainly did not wish to say hello to Todd or Michael. They weren’t half important enough to warrant consideration.

Zoe gave a light frown, but nodded anyway. “Let’s head back then.” She held out both hands. Eva took one while Arachne shrank and latched onto Eva’s chest.

Eva smiled as her professor didn’t flinch at either the clawed hands touching her or Arachne’s spontaneous transformation.

The smile vanished from her face as the world fell away. Cold set in. She almost shook her hand out of Zoe’s iron-like grip before the world righted itself.

Eva and Arachne collapsed to the floor of her prison, shaking and shuddering.

— — —

“D-Didn’t he die?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“I watched it happen,” Eva said. “He fell from three or four stories. Head first.”

Juliana glanced back at the man behind the counter. His sunken in eyes scanned back and forth over a book he held in pencil-thin fingers. One hand raised to scratch at his hairline. It went back to the book without even being wiped off despite the still-wet-looking gel covering his hair.

I hope he doesn’t touch his hair often while stacking books, Juliana thought with a shudder. The pages would stick together without a doubt.

“His name tag even says Stephen. Was that his name before?”

“Let’s just grab our books and get out of here.”

Juliana nodded. She kept expecting to run across someone or something in the Toomey Tomes bookstore that she’d regret coming across. With Stephen Toomey sitting at the counter, every aisle looked like it should have a ghost roaming around.

What she could actually do to defend herself from a ghost, Juliana hadn’t the slightest idea. Nevertheless, she turned on her ferrokinesis spell the moment she set foot in the store.

One couldn’t be too careful after the mishap with the imp the other week.

Maybe they’d have a book on ghosts and necromancy, Juliana thought. Some way to fight back would be nice. Her book list had nothing of the sort on it. The closest was Elemental Offense and Defense; the only new book that wasn’t a volume two to their list over the previous year.

That was a class Juliana could look forward to. Most practical magic classes over the previous year were simply below her skill level. She could see the combat class becoming one of her favorites if they actually practiced tactics and strategies.

If they sat around tossing spells at each other at a second year level… well, Juliana would deal with that if it happened. She had enough of that during Professor Kines’ mage-knight club.

“The least they could do is put all the school books together,” said Eva as Shalise pulled a book off the shelf for her. “I understand that this is a regular bookstore, but a shelf in the front along with a list sent by the academy would simplify everything.”

“I think they want us to browse and buy.”

Juliana frowned as she glanced over the titles on the shelf next to her. “All these are in the Rickenbacker Library. I’d assume they’re at the Gillet and the main library as well. In fact, the main Brakket library is more than twice the size of this entire shop.”

“Why do they need three libraries?”

“And three nursing centers? What about all the swimming pools and hot springs? Does anyone even use those?” Juliana shook her head. “Mom said that all the doorways were supposed to connect to the same buildings out in the Infinite Courtyard. I guess something went wrong. Like, disastrously so.

“When that failed, they should have consolidated it all into the main building. They should have spent money developing their marketing division instead of all the amenities that no one uses.”

“All that was probably from the marketing department,” Eva said. “They were trying to make the school more appealing than its competitors.”

“Why is Brakket in such low standing?” Shalise asked with a quirked head. “I don’t find anything wrong with it, unless you count z-zombies.”

“My mother said that most other schools teach much faster. Students casting elemental attacks by the end of the first year without problem. The pace Brakket takes causes people to look down on us.”

“What?” Shalise dropped half the books in her arms as she spun to face Juliana. “How?”

Juliana just shrugged. “I don’t go there. Mother insisted that Brakket’s methods were better in the end.”

The brunette all but deflated. She stooped down and picked up her books while mumbling under her breath. When she stood up, her head still hung slightly. “I wonder if Professor Baxter knows how they do it.”

“I’d assume so. She is the theory expert.”

“I’ll have to ask. She didn’t tell me when I was asking about tutoring last year,” Shalise sighed, “so I doubt she’d say anything now. I’ll try anyway.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Eva said. She laid a gloved hand on Shalise’s shoulder and gave a light squeeze. “We’re already on the Brakket track. Arachne, Juliana, and I can handle most anything. Keep improving those runic gloves and you’ll be fine until you can use the thaumaturgical lightning.”

“Yeah,” Shalise said softly as they started heading towards the front counter.

Juliana set her own armful of books down and waited.

The last time they faced the owner of Toomey’s Tomes, he had no kind words to say and even less patience. He called me a brat. She had almost thought about having Irene pick up a second copy of the books just to avoid him. It wasn’t until Eva had pointed out that he was dead that she decided to go.

Yet the man at the counter just sighed and put down his book. He rung up their purchases without a word. Not even a ‘did you find everything alright.’

His sunken eyes didn’t linger on the group. The moment Shalise finished paying, he picked up his book and set to reading.

Even still, Juliana couldn’t wait to get out of the building. Maybe if they had proper lighting rather than the eerie faux candlelight and a working thermostat.

After finishing their book shopping, without incident, they decided on lunch. Lunch at the Gooble Gobble Gourmet Grub kiosk. Shalise in particular seemed more than excited to try the food. She bounced heel to heel as they waited for the toque blanche wearing chef to hand them their meals.

How the man could see out from under his overly bushy eyebrows, Juliana couldn’t understand. Not unless he had some alternate means of seeing.

Luckily, it didn’t affect the quality of their food. The grub came out on three plates and smelled delicious. After they took a seat at one of the plaza tables, Shalise dug right in and Juliana was quick to follow.

It had a slight acidic-sweet goo for insides; easily slurped down with a straw. Of course, the straw missed all the crunchy exterior. That was fine to eat plain, but not as good as eating it together.

Eva didn’t touch her plate. She backed off, mumbling something about “not eating oversized maggots.”

“Oh well,” Juliana said as she pulled the black-haired girl’s plate in front of her. “More for me.”

“So, what is next?” Shalise asked as Juliana finished her lunch.

“I need new potion supplies,” Eva said.

“You don’t even go to that class.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t need to maintain my personal stock of potions.”

“Are you going to be going to skip all this year too?”

“Probably,” Eva said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I’m not going to be allowed to touch the chemicals again, no point in going to watch.”

Shalise pouted, though it didn’t look too serious. “What if we make something useful that you don’t know about?”

“I’ve had Arachne read the book. Unless you’re making things not in the book?”

“Not so far,” Juliana said. “But alchemy is required. How are you graduating?”

“Only two years of alchemy is required. Further classes are all elective. I’ve claimed that I’m getting special tutoring due to my,” she tapped a gloved hand against her blindfold, “issues. After Zoe Baxter discussed it with the dean, they agreed that was acceptable. Alchemy shouldn’t even be on my class schedule this year.”

“Who is tutoring you?”

Eva put on a small grin and merely shrugged.

Nobody then. Not that it was her business, but Juliana couldn’t help but feel that was a mistake. There were so many useful potions. So many that she was considering buying a small satchel and keeping a few healing, restorative, and general utility potions on hand at all times. Eva had one of those back on the flight over.

Juliana wasn’t sure the girl actually carried it on her anymore. Maybe she could ask Eva if she could have it.

It would make a great addition to her multiple foci and armor. Maybe add in a few more hostile potions as well. Throwing a potion of air thickening would, at the very least, slow down a pursuer. They’d have to almost literally swim through the affected area until it wore off.

She would need a separate satchel for the more caustic potions. Accidentally throwing a titan potion or drinking a poison potion would not end well for Juliana.

“I could also use some new clothes,” Eva said. “My, ah, growth spurt has turned perfectly fine clothes into scrap cloth.” She gave a slight knock against her leg as if to emphasize her meaning.

Not that either of the girls would fail to understand. Shalise had been disturbed, to say the least, when Eva first stripped down in their dorm. The poor girl might have fainted if Eva hadn’t warned her beforehand.

It went against everything she knew about biology, as small as that might be, but she couldn’t deny Eva’s new legs were cool. Awesome, in fact. Still, Juliana had no plans nor the slightest desire to chop off her own limbs.

She wasn’t stupid.

Yet, if the unthinkable did happen, Juliana knew where she wanted to get new limbs from. Even if she had to hide them from regular people for the rest of her life, they appeared far better than any prosthetic she knew about.

“New clothes would be nice. My old uniform won’t last me the whole year,” Shalise said with a pat at her chest. “It was getting tight at the end of last semester.”

“Yeah,” Juliana said with a pat at her own chest. “I think I could use a new uniform too,” she lied.

Juliana let out a small sigh. She hadn’t grown at all in the last year. Both of her roommates were bigger than her in every way that mattered. She had to look up to face both of them, Eva especially with her new legs.

It just wasn’t fair. Her mother was tall, though not very busty. Her father had some height to him, though not too much. Yet Juliana was still the smallest and shortest in her class. It had been that way ever since she was young.

Just once, she wanted to be taller than someone her own age. Or even someone a few years younger than herself. All of the first year students she’d seen wandering around Brakket were at least her height.

Juliana sighed once more as she followed her friends past the dancing uniforms and into the clothing store.

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Brakket had become polluted since this time the previous year. At least three demons freely walked the streets. Their stench wafted through the streets as a dead skunk on the side of the road might. It wasn’t so much a smell as it was sense, but that was just how Arachne explained it.

Still, the news worried Eva. There were apparently three demons running around where Eva was certain there had been only two.

That was not including Arachne herself.

There were traces of others. According to Arachne, those were more like wisps in the air; either they left, went back to Hell on their own, or were banished.

These three demons as well as the other wisps excluded both Arachne herself and Ylva, of course.

One, of course, was Zagan. Both Eva and Arachne decided together to stay as far from him as possible. They had been allies of sorts while the nuns were in town. The mutual enemy left and Eva wasn’t willing to test the waters.

Another was the lesser succubus associated with Zagan. Likely not willingly. She didn’t smell very powerful, according to Arachne, but the association made her dangerous. That the succubus was Martina Turner’s secretary was a minor footnote.

But the third… Arachne took a deep breath of the early evening’s air. “The third smells weak. Not laughably weak, but weak all the same. I want to tear it apart. I haven’t torn things to bits in so long. You wouldn’t even let me fight that nun.”

“Did you want to get between her and Zagan?”

Arachne’s frown turned into a growl. “She hurt my Eva.”

Eva simply shook her head. “Focus on the future. Next time, Sister Cross might do something stupid enough that warrants having her fight you. For now, let’s concentrate on this other demon.”

The other two weren’t hostile at the moment. Even if they were, Eva wasn’t entirely sure what she would do about it.

“Maybe,” Eva said, “it won’t be very friendly. If you do start tearing it apart, try to keep the eyes intact. I want them.”

The third demon, however, was in the complete opposite direction. As far from the academy as one could get without actually leaving Brakket–which wasn’t actually that far.

Especially not for someone like Arachne.

Or someone with Arachne’s legs.

Eva ran alongside Arachne over the rooftops. They hopped over the gaps, ran some, and hopped some more. It had taken some lessons with Arachne over the weeks, but Eva managed good enough control for the small hops.

Jumping the gap between the streets was out, however.

Not because of any fault in the legs Arachne gave her. The legs were working fine and proper. The problem lay in Eva’s spine and hips. Namely, they were still too human. Too weak.

She wasn’t willing to risk the impact without learning how to properly absorb shock in her legs. If it was even possible to do that without stressing the rest of her body.

A worry for another time. For now, running along the rooftops sufficed.

“It is gone,” Arachne said as she came to a sudden stop.

Eva slid across the roof as she tried to stop herself. She lost her balance and had to catch herself on her hands. Tick off another good thing about Arachne’s carapace, Eva thought; the hard chitin didn’t get skinned as her hands and knees hit the ground.

It was a good thing she chose to wear a skirt. After the thrashings that Zoe Baxter gave her in the last two seminars, Eva did not need any more holes in her remaining pairs of pants. She hadn’t planned on clothes shopping until just before school started back up, but that proved impossible with her new legs.

At the rate she was damaging clothes, she’d have to go shopping again.

Picking herself up to her feet before Arachne could say or do anything, Eva turned to look at the demon. “What’s gone?”

Arachne stared for a moment. She watched as Eva brushed off her knees. With only a sly smile on her face, Arachne said, “the demon was either killed, sent back, or went back on its own.”

“Can we at least find out where the demon was?”

The hair tendrils swayed side to side as Arachne shook her head. “Somewhere in the general direction we were headed. If I remember right from when I was looking for a home like the prison, the buildings soon end and houses start up. They have some distance between the neighboring houses, but are still numerous enough to take a while to search.”

Eva sighed as she turned back in the direction they had been running. She couldn’t actually see much of anything, aside from the rooftops she had coated in a thin layer of her own blood. No people lived in the buildings they had been running across. Several windows were broken or boarded up.

An abandoned section of town.

“Nothing to narrow it down?”

“I can tell it existed. But it’s like the others, just an echo in the air.” Arachne took a deep breath of air behind Eva. She immediately dropped into a fighting stance as her gaze turned to the surroundings. “Zagan,” she hissed.

“Coming here?” Eva couldn’t detect anything within her fifty foot range.

Arachne gave a curt nod.

Eva’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Do we stay and see what he wants or do we run?”

A humanoid with wings slapped on its back entered Eva’s range. In the span of a single heartbeat, it crossed the distance.

Arachne moved in front of Eva. All of her spare legs sprouted from her back as she readied her claws.

Zagan pulled short just before crashing into them. He rose up into the air and dropped straight down on his feet. His wings flapped one last time just inches from the ground before folding behind his back.

“You should stay, embryonic one. Have a chat.”

Eva thought for a moment about channeling magic into herself and escaping to her prison. Arachne would be unable to follow with her magic deficiency. Instead, Eva crossed her arms and put on a brave face. “There’s no way you could have heard what I said.”

“Didn’t need to. Her tense stance and your panicked face were all I needed to know.” He clasped his hands together, causing both Arachne and Eva to jump. “Enough of that. Martina was willing to overlook your summonings over the last few months because you were working with us. Now, however, she grows paranoid. What are you two up to?”

“Us? I haven’t summoned anything since last November.” Summoning Ylva to destroy the book was the most recent summon Eva had been a part of. Sure, Ylva seemed to be able to come and go at will since she took over cell house two, but that didn’t count as summoning.

“So I find you on the way to this demon and you have nothing to do with it?” His lips peeled into a sneer. “I don’t believe you.”

“Can’t you just know instead of not know?”

“Could.” Zagan pulled back into a more relaxed posture. His wings fluttered behind him for a moment before settling against his back. “Martina yelling at me about that is precisely why I didn’t catch you in the act. I don’t like to use my powers often; this world would be no better than my domain.”

Eva frowned. She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to take the easy route. He had enough power in his own right to not need to worry. She could still resent him for it–especially as his relaxed posture turned to a more threatening glare.

Holding up her hands and taking a half step back, Eva said, “we were on our way to find out what this demon business is all about. Arachne sensed one and we followed after. It disappeared. That is all.”

“Three diabolists in the same town?” His voice betrayed a hint of incredulity. “When I last walked the mortal plane, demon summoners were few and far between. One could walk an entire continent and pass not a single one.”

“I don’t consider myself a diabolist.”

“You summon and consort with demons.”

Eva sighed and shook her head. “We’re getting off topic. I have not summoned any demons recently. Whatever is going on tonight wasn’t us.”

Zagan made a slight humming noise before he nodded his head. He waited another minute before he spoke again. “Hunters will be around with all the demons in the area. You should banish your pet lest they find and snatch you up. I don’t often patrol the outskirts of town, some might get brave.”

Arachne gnashed her teeth at her being mentioned.

Eva ignored it. “I won’t. Patrol more often if it concerns you so much.”

Zagan made a small sniffing noise as two plumes of smoke leaked out of his nose. “Perhaps next time we’ll figure out what is going on. I expect you to keep me appraised of the situation.”

Arachne’s tension seemed to drop, but only slightly.

“You’re not even going to try investigating more?”

Wings flapped lightly in time with Zagan’s shoulders as he shrugged. “I don’t really care, yeah? It isn’t like I can be hurt by summoners or hunters.” He shook his head and looked off into the distance. “If Catherine hadn’t mentioned anything to Martina, I’d be a town over with this flirty little barfly. He had a thin face with–I’ll just tell Martina that it wasn’t you and see if I can salvage my evening.”

“She won’t be mad at that?” Eva asked, pointedly ignoring his mentions of a date.

“Don’t care. Our contract is very loose. I only allowed myself into her service to rid myself of some boredom. My primary goal is to find out what happened to the Void and why.” He took a deep breath through his nose as he turned back to Eva. “I’m still not convinced it has nothing to do with you, but in either case, you do smell delectable.”

With that, Zagan dove off the edge of the roof. It was only two stories high, but he managed to unfurl his wings and gain altitude before he hit the ground.

Eva sighed as she watched him veer off towards Brakket Academy.

Most demons could shapeshift in some form or another. Arachne’s spider transformation, Zagan’s winged bull, Ylva’s skeleton. After her treatment finished, would she gain that ability? Was it learned or natural?

Given her donor, it was far more likely for Eva to sprout extra legs than wings. That would be interesting, but not necessarily what she wanted.

A small part of her wondered if it were possible for a demon to give away wings like Arachne gave her legs. Not Zagan’s wings, but there had to be some other fallen angels or succubi that might barter.

Before that, however, came replacement eyes. Not a task she had made any progress towards.

“I don’t like him,” Arachne said.

“Neither do I, but what are we to do? Fighting him would be suicide.”

“Not if he were to unexpectedly wander into your blood wards.”

“Couldn’t he just turn them off?”

Arachne responded with silence.

“Come on,” Eva said with a pat on the spider-woman’s shoulder, “if we can’t narrow it down any more, we may as well get to Zoe Baxter’s seminar on time.”

Arachne opened her mouth to respond. She snapped it shut almost immediately. “Alright,” was her slightly dejected reply.

Zoe Baxter quirked an eyebrow at the two students as the rest of the seminar students filed out. “First my wayward first years, now Juliana skips the seminar?” Zoe heaved an exasperated sigh.

Shalise shook her head. “She’s been meeting with her father every once in a while this summer.”

“I think,” Eva said, “she’s setting up some meeting with me and her dad. She mentioned him wanting to meet with me and Arachne.”

“Arachne?” Zoe frowned. The frown quickly changed into a grimace. “She told her parents?”

Eva nodded. She’d had much the same reaction. “I think only her father. Something about her mother not reacting well to the news.”

“I can imagine.”

“With the nuns gone, I was hoping to avoid any more annoyances about me and Arachne. If things get problematic, we’ll probably just disappear.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Eva nodded.

School was something she had started looking forward to attending again. While she could study on her own, it just didn’t have the same feeling as attending class. She’d have left quickly had her classmates been like those in her middle school. All the students in her year were tolerable at worst while most were somewhat enjoyable to be around.

“In any case,” Zoe Baxter said, “Juliana was asking me about visiting Nel again. I don’t like her being around those two.”

“I kind of feel bad about Nel.”

Zoe raised one eyebrow. It was difficult to discern the rest of her expression, but Eva had a feeling it was somewhere between disbelief and disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Eva said. “She was spying on me and I was quite justifiably unhappy with that. I didn’t expect her to go and indenture herself to Ylva. Forever.”

“If you would have let me warn her…”

“Yeah. Hindsight though.” Eva dismissed Zoe’s concerns with a wave of her hand. “I don’t see a problem with Juliana visiting her. Nel seems somewhat lonely yet generally happy whenever I stop by. I don’t think she likes me, though. More than once have I noticed her looking at me like I was about to kill her.”

“I wonder why.”

“Excuse me, who is Ylva? And Nel?”

Eva turned to face Shalise despite the orientation of her head not mattering for her sight. “The half skeleton demon and her new servant who live at the prison. I think I’ve mentioned them.”

Shalise tapped her lip with her finger. “You might have. I still haven’t been to your prison, you know.”

Zoe stiffened and frowned at Shalise’s implied request.

Eva ignored her. “I’d take you, but it is a good distance away. My method of teleporting isn’t well suited for tagalongs; I think you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

A pout formed on Shalise’s face. She actually pouted. “Juliana got to go.”

“Juliana rode on the back of Arachne or was teleported there by Zoe Baxter. So it is really them that you have to convince.”

Shalise immediately glanced up towards Zoe.

“Absolutely not.”

Eva was about to laugh when Arachne poked her in the back.

Hard.

A little yelp escaped from her lips much to the surprise of the other two. Eva peaked down her shirt, less because she needed to and more to tell Arachne that she was talking to the demon. “Something the matter?”

Two pokes in her shoulder.

“Emergency matter or something we can ignore?”

Arachne said, ‘yes’ before Eva finished the question.

Both Zoe and Shalise stopped their half playful fight when Arachne poked Eva. Zoe’s face turned more worried with each question. “What’s wrong?”

“Arachne needs a place to turn back,” Eva said. The little amphitheater still had a few students loitering around. “The forest should work.”

The same forest behind the amphitheater where Eva had been possessed by a ghost and kidnapped. Eva tried not to get sentimental about such things. It didn’t always work.

Not that she felt afraid of the forest. Eva was quite confident that, should she be possessed and kidnapped again, she’d be able to escape and thoroughly dismantle Sawyer.

Another poke in her back brought Eva out of her thoughts.

“Alright,” she said, “I’m going.”

Only two steps later, Eva realized both Shalise and Zoe Baxter were following close behind.

“You don’t have to come, you know.”

“You mentioned emergency. If this is a danger to students, I can’t sit by.”

“I want to be a part of this too. With the gloves, I can be here for whatever this is too.”

Eva sighed. “The gloves aren’t exactly meant for actual combat. I don’t know what this is, but I might have an idea.”

“Which is?” Zoe asked.

“Wait until we’re at the forest,” Eva said as she continued out of the amphitheater.

A few students glanced in their direction as they walked out. Partially because they were heading away from the dorms and partially because they had Zoe with them, Eva assumed. So long as none of them followed her, she didn’t care.

At the tree line, Arachne popped off Eva’s chest. She skittered around behind a few trees and immediately grew back to her humanoid form.

“There’s another demon out there,” she said before her face had even formed fully.

“Demon?” Shalise and Zoe echoed together, though Shalise stuttered it slightly.

“Out on the outskirts again?” Eva asked.

Arachne shook her head as her hair tendrils sprouted from her scalp. “Closer.”

“Are you really going to make me ask how much closer?”

Arachne opened her mouth to answer. Instead of the demon’s voice, Eva heard a scream coming from the direction of the amphitheater. Several more shouts and screams followed.

Zoe Baxter vanished with a bone chilling blast of cold air.

“So? What do we do?”

“I guess we go help Zoe Baxter,” Eva said. “Shalise, you–”

“I-I’m going with you.”

Eva heaved a greatly exaggerated sigh. “Arachne, keep out of sight with Shalise. Only jump in if there is no one around or I’m in trouble.”

“But I want to fight.” Her needle-like fingers spread apart and clasped back together. “It’s been so long.”

“Stand by what I said.” Eva uncapped her vials of blood and drew out five marbles into a large sphere near her hand. “Let’s go.”

Eva turned and ran back to the stage. Arachne followed behind at a far more dejected pace with Shalise behind her. The poor brown-haired girl didn’t have the powerful legs to keep up. Luckily for her, the amphitheater wasn’t far.

Chaos reigned in the amphitheater. Students were either running or cowering. One lay in a pool of her own blood. Zoe had taken up the defense, putting herself between the retreating students and the demon.

The demon itself was a shorter thing. It came up to about half Zoe Baxter’s height. Three stubby fingers capped each of its hands. A spaded tail sprouted from its backside along with two stunted wings.

Eva doubted they could support the imp in any kind of flight.

Not taking chances with her relatively weak order shield, Zoe intercepted its green fire with large gusts of wind.

Despite its small stature, the imp kept Zoe from launching a proper attack with a mass of fireballs flowing from each hand.

“Shalise,” Eva called out, “try to get the kids who are cowering out of here. Arachne, keep an eye out for a summoner.”

Her orders given out, Eva didn’t bother to ensure they were carried out. She’d trust her friends.

A fifth of the glob of blood in Eva’s hand separated and beelined towards the imp. She had enough blood to do two of the larger disembodied limb attacks; they were far too visible and left too much residue to clean up.

The blood formed a ring around the imp’s arm.

With a clap of Eva’s hands, the blood obliterated.

An arm slapped against the ground as the demon let out a frightened scream. It hopped backwards, turned, and ran.

Weak, Eva thought. She used more than twice that amount to disarm Zagan and that had been a close one.

Two more globs of blood separated from her sphere, leaving a much smaller ball behind.

Before they could impact with the fleeing demon, a bolt of lightning pierced through its chest. Blood and flesh boiled away leaving a six-inch gaping hole.

Once Zoe Baxter raised her dagger to cut off the stream of lightning, the imp collapsed. Its knees hit the ground followed by its face.

Eva frowned as the imp’s body dissolved and sank into the ground.

“You shouldn’t have killed it,” Eva said. “We could have asked it who sent it.”

“No time.” Zoe spun on her heel and ran towards the injured student. She clasped her hand around the student’s shoulders and both vanished.

Eva wandered back towards Arachne with the two globs of blood trailing after her. Rather than replace them in the vials, Eva kept them orbiting her. No sense getting complacent when another attack could occur.

“That was it?” Arachne asked as Eva neared. “I could tell it was weak. I didn’t expect it to be that weak.”

“I know. I barely did anything save give Zoe an opening.”

“Lynn isn’t going to like this,” Shalise said after she jogged up. She nervously rubbed her hands together. “Where did it come from? W-why did it attack?”

Eva shrugged. “It had to have been a distraction for something.”

“Why a distraction?”

“Because,” Arachne drawled, “that imp was pathetic.”

“Unless it was specifically targeting the one student who was injured,” Eva said. “It didn’t accomplish much else.”

Arachne drew in a deep breath. “I don’t smell any unusual demons around.”

“So the summoner is acting without demon support, but doing what? And how was this distracting? A single, easily dealt with demon didn’t even buy five minutes of time. If anything, it tipped us off to the summoner attempting something tonight.”

“M-maybe he just wanted to be known. To say ‘here I am with my own demons.'”

Arachne half snarled, half laughed. “Then a stronger demon should have been sent. Sending that imp would be akin to waving around a rubber knife at a tank.” She leaned in, putting her face only centimeters away from Shalise’s face. Her sharp teeth were on full display in a wide smile. “I would be the tank.”

Shalise took half a step back with a nervous giggle. “I-I’m glad you’re on our side, then.”

Arachne pulled back to her full height. Her arms cross as she let out a small huff.

“Alright,” Eva said with a sigh. “Back to the dorms. Come on, Arachne,” Eva said as she patted her chest.

Arachne gave a small smile before turning herself small. She climbed up Eva’s legs and wrapped her own legs firmly around Eva’s chest.

Securely in place, Eva nodded to Shalise.

“We’re not waiting for Professor Baxter?”

“I’m sure she’ll find us if she needs to. Our room would be the first place she’d look for us.”

“I don’t know…”

“You could wait if you want,” Eva said as she started walking, “but there is no guarantee she’ll even be looking for us.”

Shalise ran a few steps to catch up. “Not on my own, I’m not.”

“To the dorms it is.”

They wasted no time in heading up to room three-thirteen. Juliana stood just outside the door. She had the room card held up to the door as they rounded the corner into the hallway.

“Hello, Juliana,” Shalise said with a wave. “Something wrong with the door?”

“Nope. Just got back myself.” Her eyes shifted over to Eva. “My father said,” she paused and shook her head. She swiped her card and pressed into the room with both Shalise and Eva on her heels.

As soon as the door clicked shut and Shalise’s carved runes started glowing, Juliana started again. “My father asked if he could meet with you sometime during the first week of school,” she said. “Someplace where Arachne is more free to be herself.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Eva said.

Arachne detached from Eva and turned herself back to her human size. A small scowl spread across her face as her face formed, but she didn’t say anything.

“I’m not sure The Liddellest Cafe is the best place for that. Perhaps the prison,” she suggested with a hint of hope in her voice.

Eva frowned. “I don’t know. Far more people than I ever intended know about and have access to the place.”

“I was hoping to say hi to Nel again.”

“We don’t need your father there for that.”

“You can discuss that later,” Shalise cut in. “Professor Baxter’s seminar was attacked!”

“Attacked?” Juliana said. “What happened?”

Biting her lip–Eva doubted Juliana would be happy to hear what happened on account of her mother–Eva picked a starting place. “A demon seemed to visit some random violence on students after Zoe’s seminar tonight.”

Eva took a seat on Juliana’s bed next to the blond and ran her through the events of the night.

“Oh,” Juliana said a minute or so after Eva finished. “That isn’t going to make my mom happy at all. She’s already mad about the bull.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Eva said. “It was just a little imp. I don’t think the student was badly injured either. I could see her heart beating just fine, if a little fast.”

“Who was it?”

“Don’t know,” Eva said with a flippant shrug. “I didn’t recognize her circulatory system.”

“Cosette something,” Shalise said. “She helped me study a little last year after Professor Baxter recommended her to me, mostly working on my order shield.”

Eva just shrugged again.

Juliana opened her mouth twice but failed to say anything, ending with a solemn nod.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eva said. “Like I said, Zoe dispatched it before any real damage could be done.”

Eva reached into her desk drawer. She felt around for the small black sphere. Made from her own blood–Arachne had taught her how the previous December. There was a single red swish on it. Eva couldn’t see the colors, but she knew it was there.

“Can I talk to both of you for a minute? About something that can’t leave the room, not even to Zoe Baxter.”

Eva watched as both of their heart rates jumped slightly, Shalise’s more than Juliana. Her own heart jumped slightly as well. Only Arachne, snuggling under Eva’s blankets, remained unaffected.

Still, neither of them shook their heads.

“I-is this something dangerous?” Shalise asked.

“Not on its own, though it could be if other people learn about it.”

Juliana sighed and flipped a lock of her hair behind her back. “You can’t just say things like this and expect us to walk away without hearing about it. So just go on and say it.”

Eva took a deep breath. “Last year,” she said, “I was trapped in Hell for a short period of time and only escaped thanks to Arachne.” Eva sent the spider-demon a small smile. “After getting back, she taught me how to escape without her help. I don’t intend to go back, ever, but it seems a prudent step to take. Unfortunately, escaping requires one of you to help.”

Neither girl made a sound. That suited Eva just fine. There would be plenty of questions later.

“This,” she held up the black sphere in her gloveless claws, “is a beacon. There is an official name for it, I’m sure, but I’ve never heard Devon call it anything else.

“When active, it allows a demon one free escape from Hell. It can be activated multiple times, but can only hold one ‘escape ticket’ at a time. As far as I know, that ticket lasts forever until it is consumed.”

Juliana opened her mouth, but Shalise beat her to the punch. “W-what does it take to activate it?”

“A mortal, like you,” Arachne growled, “must accept it. They must know full well what the giver is–a demon–and have at least a general idea that the beacon will allow the demon to escape Hell.”

It wasn’t the phrasing she might have used, but it wasn’t inaccurate. Eva nodded at Arachne.

“A demon,” Juliana said. “You?”

Eva sighed. “That is the part you cannot tell anyone. My master, Devon, is currently running an experiment that aims to turn me into a demon. I was born as human as you.”

Shalise’s heart started beating harder. Juliana’s did as well, but she started to smile as well.

“You’re turning into a demon,” Juliana said. Her eyes turned off to glance at Eva’s claws.

“Nope,” Eva said, “my hands and legs have nothing to do with it. They’re there simply because Arachne gave them to me, as she could with anyone.”

“Even me?” Juliana asked as her head twisted towards Arachne.

Arachne let out a low growl from half under Eva’s bedding. “You couldn’t pay me enough to consider it.”

“Anyway,” Eva said, “accepting my beacon will hopefully allow me to escape from Hell should I ever fall back into the Void.”

Shalise blinked and said, “hopefully?”

“Well,” Eva ran her claws through her hair, “I escaped with Arachne due to a technicality. I’m roughly half and half at the moment, according to Devon. For all I know, it won’t work until after another year or three of treatment.”

“Y-you want us to take a dangerous artifact without knowing if it will even work?”

Eva shook her head. “It isn’t dangerous. I mean, a demon hunter could find out if you told them, but associating with Arachne would be condemning enough, I think.”

Shalise gave a short glance and a frown at Arachne. The spider-demon merely shrugged.

“Really, they’d be hard pressed to find out. After accepting it, you could leave it in a drawer–better yet, you could leave it within the blood wards at my prison.”

Fidgeting with her hands, Shalise shifted back and forth in her seat. “I don’t think you’re a bad person. I wouldn’t want you to be stuck in a place like Hell–”

Eva doubted her idea of Hell was anything like its actual form, but she decided not to interrupt.

“–Taking a demonic artifact. I don’t know. I promised Sister Cross that I would keep away from things like that.”

Eva gave what she hoped was her friendliest smile. “That’s quite alright. I’m not forcing anything.” She turned her head to Juliana. “If your mother–”

“I’ll do it,” Juliana said. “Though, I want to be the one to drop it off at your prison.”

A smile worked its way across Eva’s face. “Thanks. I suppose that as long as I’m going to be a demon, I should start doing contracts like accepting the beacon and taking you to the prison in retu–”

“Don’t,” Arachne said slightly louder than normal. “Freely given. You can’t use contracts while giving a beacon.”

“I guess you’ll just have to accept the beacon.” Eva let out a short sigh. “I suppose I might be enticed to take you to the prison for completely unrelated reasons.”

“That will suffice,” Juliana said in a stern voice. It almost resembled the way Zoe Baxter spoke while in full-on lecture mode. A grin spread across Juliana’s face a moment later. “So what do I do?”

Eva held out the black sphere. She dropped it in Juliana’s open palm.

The sphere was just large enough that Juliana couldn’t close her fist around it.

“That was it?”

“I think so,” Eva turned her head towards Arachne, looking for confirmation.

The demon simply shrugged. “When you think about it, there will be a tingle in the back of your skull.”

Eva tried to think about it. The black sphere with a red streak.

She felt something. Not so much a tingle as it was a low buzz.

“I think it worked,” Eva said.

Shalise walked from her bed to Juliana and stared at the sphere. Eva noted that she took care to keep a good foot away from it, even as Juliana tried to give her a better view.

“So,” Shalise said, “you can teleport to it at any time now?”

“Cross-plane only,” Arachne said. At Shalise’s confused look, Arachne rolled her eyes. Or she tried to. Eva imagined she would if her eyes were capable of rolling, in any case. “From Hell to the mortal plane.”

“Still,” Juliana said, “becoming a demon? I don’t have the vocabulary to comment on how cool that is.”

“That is the part you cannot mention to anyone,” Eva said a bit forcefully. “Beacons are not too uncommon. Rare, but not overly so. My treatment is something only I, Arachne, Devon, and now you two know.” She paused as a thought occurred to her. “Ylva too.”

Juliana quirked her head to one side. “Nel?”

“Don’t think so.”

“She slips up and calls you ‘abomination’ on occasion.”

“Oh?” Eva tried on her most vicious grin. “I suppose I’ll mention that to her next time I see her.”

That got a small laugh out of Arachne, even if Juliana and Shalise–more so the latter–didn’t smile.

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